[ The power that Solomon wields seems...immeasurable.

He watches the way he cleaves through the demons as if they were nothing but ants to be trodden over, the way those creatures hurl themselves at the deadly sorcerer only to most certainly be truly consigning themselves to a bloody death.

The way magic flows freely without incantation but immediately is brutal. He gives his enemies no quarter; but that in of itself seems a necessity.

He listens to Solomon's words as his reasoning is spoken to him. ]

...I see.

[ Jing Yuan takes pause, and his expression turns unreadable as he watches the carnage...without pity for the demons who fall to Solomon's hand. ]

Such is the case in your world, though it is also not exactly a unique point of view, for beings who consider themselves above humans.

[ That kind of perspective—where one who would choose to wage war for the sake of humanity—conjures a strange sense of satisfaction within himself. He cautions himself to think it can get out of hand, but it's kind of really admirable. Anyway. ]

...But, what was the result of it all, I wonder? We will see, won't we?