"Here we fucking go…"
Ethan found himself surrounded the moment he set foot in the outside world.
They were standing at the exit connecting Ashvarn to the Legacy dungeon, where an entire battalion of knights had been waiting for them.
Every knight was clad in a full suit of silver armor, equipment far beyond anything an ordinary mercenary company or a small regional battalion could afford.
Only the official armies of great kingdoms and empires possessed armaments of this caliber.
And the emblem emblazoned across their breastplates made the identity of that empire unmistakably clear.
It depicted a majestic crown with three towering points, pierced through by a gleaming greatsword.
The crest of the Arden family, a symbol of their union of authority and the sword.
Their commander, in particular, stood out.
A silver knight whose imposing aura seemed to make the very air grow heavier.
'He's strong… But nowhere near as strong as Ars or Asterion…'
