Northern's eyes narrowed into a scowl.
'...Did that bastard just grin at me?'
He did. That bastard grinned. Just like the first time Northern had laid eyes on him, the guy kept staring directly at Northern, for no discernible reason.
'Could he be someone I humiliated in the past?'
Northern wasn't sure about a lot of things, but one fact remained constant—he hadn't made many human enemies, not even in the Dark Continent. Monsters, on the other hand, were a different matter.
Still, something about this was off. Entirely off.
Northern studied the guy as he finally averted his gaze. Meanwhile, the fight unfolding below was reaching its climax.
The dull-eyed, seemingly lifeless boy had erupted into a devastating flurry of movement. Encasing himself in earthen armor, he charged the girl relentlessly, crashing into her over and over with brute, unforgiving force. Her bloodied vines were utterly ineffective, breaking apart on impact.
