His expression was meticulous, almost as if the words "strangers keep out" were etched on his face.
The line slowly advanced, and finally, a Flame Demon with black smoke billowing from his head squeezed to the front of the table.
He was burly, his burning face exuding determination, and every step forward made the obsidian floor tremble helplessly.
"I am Brand!"
He forcefully pounded his rock-hard chest, belching out a flame with sparks as his roar shook the interviewer's glasses askew.
Not noticing the interviewer's darkening face, he bellowed loudly with his robust voice.
"…Brand will incinerate everything in sight to ashes! Be it the Tree of Life of the elves or the villages of humans! Just one order from Senior Spirit—cough, Lord Demon King—and Brand can crush Saint Clement Cathedral!"
This blustering demeanor would just turn him into a punching bag for adventurers in the maze.
