Mina jumped at the sight of him and immediately raised her two daggers. Her stance was low and aggressive immediately. She angled her blades forward, eyes burning with open hostility.
But Clyde did not move.
He stood still with his spear in hand, its tip resting lightly against the cracked ground. His posture was calm and grounded, his jaw set as he looked straight at the man in white.
There was no fear in his eyes. Only certainty.
He knew exactly what stood in front of him.
The World Masters. He knows about their role, their hierarchy, and their cruelty.
In his previous life, he had already walked into their domain. He had breached their headquarters and turned it into chaos. He had forced beings who ruled over the worlds like a game to acknowledge him with power alone. His name, his existence, and his actions had been recorded.
He was certain of that.
