William knew the Reaper wasn't merely bluffing or speaking out of a sense of empty arrogance.
In the Upper Realm, this man truly was a nightmare—a walking disaster whose ability to fuse elements made him an enemy that even the most seasoned generals would avoid at all costs.
His reputation was forged in the fires of higher-tier battlefields where spirit density allowed his gifts to reach their terrifying apex.
Yet, this wasn't the Upper Realm. This was the Lower Realm, a place governed by rigid, crushing spiritual shackles that the Reaper and his associates had failed to respect.
So far, they had found their conquest easy because they had only encountered the common, weaker masters of this world. They had played the role of wolves among sheep. But they hadn't fought William yet.
And right now, the Reaper was learning—in the most agonising way imaginable—exactly what it meant to challenge William and his specialised monsters on this plane of existence.
