"Zz Zapp, Crackle!"
Aengus, sensing the incoming lightning attack, swiftly activated his Dragon Claws and deflected it with ease.
"What's the matter? Do you want to die?" Aengus asked coldly, his piercing gaze locking onto the attacker.
The attacker was a young man with purple hair, bearing a striking resemblance to Zillion. He was none other than Zeno Reynold, the Hero-Class warrior of Holy Lightning. Zeno was fair-skinned with glaring eyes, standing at 20 years old, and surrounded by a formidable field of crackling lightning energy.
Aengus had felt a slight threat from him earlier when he first saw him, but now that feeling had completely vanished, replaced by indifference.
Helios, on the other hand, felt a sudden shiver when the Dragon Claws were revealed. He unmistakably felt bloodline suppression, but he denied the reality entirely. When had he, the mighty Dragon King Helios, ever felt the need to lower his head in front of a brat? Impossible!
