The Sword Intent That Shook the Mountains
"Fellow cultivator Dario, did you doubt my words just now?"
Hektor's calm voice drifted through the mountain wind like a quiet current beneath crashing waves. His aged eyes narrowed slightly as he looked toward Dario, the faint smile on his face carrying hidden sharpness.
The atmosphere around the shattered mountain instantly became tense.
The clouds above rolled slowly, heavy and dark. Broken rocks still floated in the air from the earlier battle with the Inferno Swift Bird. The smell of blood and scorched earth lingered between the cliffs, mixing with the cold wind sweeping across the ruined battlefield.
Dario frowned and looked deeply at Hektor.
The shrewd old monster immediately understood something.
Hektor… this old fox… is standing on Leon's side.
The realization made his gaze darken for a moment.
However, he was not afraid.
