Chapter 277
Meanwhile, far away from the cursed base.... back on the massive battlefield where Ronan and most of the elite heroes fought the atmosphere was turning heavier. Darker.
And the reason was a single figure.
"Don't tell me this bastard's been holding back all this time…" Silver Wing muttered, his tone low, but no one answered. They were all too tense, their grips tightening on their weapons, their hearts pounding in unison.
Why? Why the hell must a monster like this exist in the Cursed?
Ronan's jaw clenched, fingers digging hard into his blade's hilt. Frustration burned through him. Every time, every damn time they thought they'd cornered this dark emissary, he unveiled something new, something devastating. It was like he never ran out of aces.
Even surrounded by seven of the strongest heroes, his presence alone weighed on them like an executioner's blade.
Floating above the blood-soaked field was Magus.
