Royal Guards, huh..."
He looked up slowly.
"Believe me when I say this—it's rare to see such a daring motherfucker in the land of nowhere."
The fighting going around the place stopped abruptly. Those who were engaging didn't dare to move due to fear of having their swords sliced.
Trevor's eyes trembled as he turned his head back in a stiff, robotic motion.
His heart pounded in shock and his vision locked onto the masked, cloaked man—the same man he had spoken to earlier with only mild curiosity.
Back then, the man felt… average. He seems sharp and a bit dangerous but not like someone who could create such a huge shaking to the core.
Now, though, the very air around him has changed.
An invisible pressure weighed down on everyone. The man's presence was like a mountain crushing down on their chests. Trevor's breath hitched. His knees almost buckled.
This guy wasn't normal. He was strong—scarily strong.
