Eric breathed steadily, eyes locked onto Wester.
Icard had been pushed back considerably. It was obvious now. Wester was far stronger than expected.
Albert had noticed it too. That's why he ordered Eric to move over and assist Icard, warning him that Wester was too dangerous.
Eric had left the others to deal with the spawns and rushed over, but he had not expected the situation to be this bad.
"Are you going to be okay?" Eric asked, his gaze never leaving Wester.
"Yeah," Icard replied.
Cold mist rolled off his body with his skin hoarfrosted and the air around him dropping in temperature.
'He's really strong,' Icard thought. 'I expected him to be dangerous, but not this strong already. Just how much mana essence has he stolen?'
Then another thought followed, heavier.
'How many people did he really kill?'
Eric lowered his stance, muscles tightening as he prepared himself.
