Caged?: I

With a massive boom and a loud blast that could only be matched by the deafening yet chaotic sound of a nuclear missile, an axe as large as – if not larger than – Pathfinder, appeared in his hand. The axe was as red as the crimson of his eyes, and its blade dripped with blood as though it was a conduit for a bloody stream. When that weapon speared in his hands, the atmosphere of the battlefield changed.

“To think that he had a weapon all this while,” the female Wind Demon murmured as she slowly stepped back to adopt a more defensive posture.

If before it felt as though Pathfinder was being bullied with numbers, now it felt as though he was the one bullying them! It was like placing a quality painting against ten inferior ones. There was no way one would pick the inferior ones, even as a collection, over the top quality one.

“Why did he not reveal his weapon from the very beginning then? Was he looking down on us?” the bulky Wind Demon thought as a fury surged within the depths of his