"Heh… didn't think anyone would actually have the guts to barge in here. Let me guess—you're the Lord of Emerald Castle, aren't you? Figures. You guys are stronger than I expected."
The voice was cold and sharp, like steel dragged across ice.
It came from a short, hunched old man.
But the aura rolling off him was anything but frail—it was terrifying, suffocating, like standing too close to a collapsing star.
In his hand, he held a black staff. Just a flick of it—
Boom.
A wave of pure destruction rippled out, shaking the air.
Then—
THUD!
RUMMMMMMBLE…
Ethan narrowed his eyes. "So this guy's from one of the higher tiers of Sky Citadel?" he muttered under his breath. Without hesitation, he cast a detection spell.
The results hit him like a punch to the gut.
Tier 16. SSS-class Hero Unit.
Race: Terradrake.
Name: Shellgrim.
Ethan couldn't help but think, The weirder the name, the nastier the bastard…
He didn't dare underestimate this one.
