Eroju and Azeth instinctively tried to retreat, but the moment the dark cloaked figure appeared near them, both froze where they stood. Their bodies refused to obey them. Their instincts screamed louder than reason, warning them that even the slightest movement would invite death.
They did not know who this man truly supported or whose side he belonged to, yet one thing became painfully clear in that instant.
Moving now meant death.
For a brief moment, hope flickered inside them. If this terrifying existence truly stood with the Abyssal Sect, then eliminating the Veydrin bloodline would finally become possible. That single thought flashed through their minds.
But the very next realization crushed that hope completely.
Never.
Never in their entire existence had they imagined witnessing something like this again.
That human.
No… calling him human itself felt wrong.
Their throats went dry.
The Great One..
The Bane Of Demons.
The Harbinger of Destruction.
Leonard The Great..
