Auren stared at the middle-aged man with mixed emotion. There is a tinge of fear, respect and unreliability mixed in.
Unsure if he is truly a friend or a foe.
His chest tightened as waves of suffocating power rolled off him, heavier than anything he had ever felt. The sheer weight of that presence pressed on his lungs, and it was only by sheer will that he didn't buckle.
Then he saw it.
FLASH!
With the most casual wave of his hand, the man shattered the enormous conjured swords surrounding him.
The blades broke apart like fragile glass, shards dissolving into motes of useless mana that scattered in the wind.
The sound wasn't even metallic, more like brittle porcelain snapping in the sky.
That was all Auren needed.
That display alone told him the truth.
This isn't a man at all… he's a Primordial Beast in disguise!
But what chilled him wasn't the destruction itself, it was the name he saw in his head.
Wait… this middle-aged man is actually the Primordial Beast Ugha?
