The air on the battlefield was heavy, but in a point far from the chaos of the main lines, a deadly silence had formed; a silence that appeared right before two powerful forces collided.
Daniel stood in the middle of the encirclement, The Heavens Honor in his hand, clearly ready to fight.
Around him, the Fallen were spread through the darkness like silent spirits, ready to move, ready to kill.
But in front of him, a man stood.
Tall, with a cold face, and an aura that stretched and compressed in a strange way, as if the space around him had lost its stability.
A crooked smile formed on his lips.
"An A rank…?" his voice was full of mockery.
"Has Everlight Moon fallen so low that they sent something like this?"
Daniel said nothing. There was no need to talk to a dead man. In fact, despite how it looked, he wasn't in danger at all.
If he felt any danger, he could easily escape using Fallen Step. But he didn't see the need.
