In the high villa tower of Silver Blade City, Nolan stood motionless, staring through the flickering projection of the battlefield as if he'd just seen a ghost. His brows drew low in stunned disbelief.
"What... did they just say?" he muttered.
Beside him, Lirazel, the horned and curvaceous succubus with wine-red hair that curled like coiled flame, tilted her head with a faint smile. "Something about a bloater?"
Nolan didn't answer immediately. His mind raced, scrambling for context. A cold sweat traced the back of his neck.
Bloater.
That was a name he hadn't expected to hear—at least, not here. Not in a real-world battlefield. Not while his students were standing toe-to-toe with a magic-enhanced demonic beast that was clearly more than just muscle and rage.
Bloater...
