Yet the moment he came within reach, Baelgor suddenly extended his hand. His palm pressed against Cisco's shoulder with the weight of a falling mountain.
A cold, suffocating force slammed into him. It wasn't physical strength alone; it was something deeper, primal like a fragment of the abyss brushing his mortal shell.
Cisco's body jolted violently. His knees threatened to buckle, his spine screamed, and before he even realized it, he leapt back, eyes wide with raw terror.
"What, what kind of power is that…!?" His breath came in sharp bursts as sweat trickled down his back. "Just a touch… just a single touch, and it sent shivers straight to my marrow. No… this isn't a pampered rich son. This is something else entirely. Could it be… the product of one of those monstrous hunter families? Just what kind of monsters are these guilds breeding!?"
