Chapter 283: The last dark emmisary
"Wait. Is it just me… or does anyone else feel chills looking at that thing?" Little One's face tightened, voice low.
No one answered. They didn't have to. Every single one of them felt it, that dreadful weight pressing down like death itself was standing before them.
Han's fists clenched. His icy blue eyes glowed as lightning crackled around him, flames erupting from his back. His gut told him the truth. This wasn't just some lackey. For someone to emit this kind of pressure… it could only mean one thing.
Drake's Ace.
Han braced himself. If he wanted to survive, if he wanted to win, he couldn't hold back. Not now.
"Ramila. Handle them. Spare no one," Drake's voice cut through, cold and amused. He lifted a glass, poured himself wine, and leaned back in his chair. His crimson eyes gleamed as Ramila stepped forward. He smirked darkly. This should be fun.
