But the auras of the Ultras were suffocating.
"Two SS+ ranks… and one whose aura just brushes SS."
I commented calmly as I scanned our enemies.
"Your senses are truly sharp… Frey Starlight."
Sitting front and center was the infamous Lord of the Ultras, dressed in formal wear and that same luxurious coat… his beloved sword by his side.
"Gavid Lindman."
Behind him stood a masked youth around our age. Though his face was hidden, his crimson eyes peered through the gaps and never left Snow.
Just the sight of him was enough to trigger killing intent.
It was V.
And the third figure… made a cold smile creep unconsciously across my face.
A grotesquely massive figure wrapped in black bandages .. none other than the cursed half-demon, Gvardiol, his sly grin fully intact.
"Well, well… welcome to my humble stage, dear guests from the Empire."
Oddly enough, Gvardiol took the lead, speaking instead of Gavid.
