The entire teleport zone fell into a deathly silence.
The foreign-world coalition that had been hunting District 616 players froze mid-action, their bodies stiffening as they all turned toward the figure hovering in the sky.
A silver-white scarf fluttered in the wind, jet-black dragon wings slowly beating behind him, and the longbow in his hands gleamed with pale moonlight.
Daniel's expression was chiseled like a blade. There was no rage, no frenzy—only a frozen, absolute calm.
It was as if the three thousand-plus enemies before him were mere specks of dust, easily brushed away.
[Faustus · Lv100 · Upon the Throne]
"Fa… Faustus…"
A trembling whisper emerged from somewhere, saturated with fear.
Then, as if repelled by an invisible force, hundreds of foreign-world players simultaneously turned and fled in every direction.
"Devil! He's a devil!"
"Devil my foot—that's cheating, no doubt! Let's see how they spin this one!"
