"Faustus..."
A vicious gleam flashed across Jervash's eyes.
He hailed from the Astral Corsairs, burdened by karma as deep as an abyss. No major faction dared take him in.
To shelter him meant inheriting the endless backlash of his karmic ties.
Although a T3 Oracle-grade powerhouse was formidable, great powers had no shortage of such experts, nor were they willing to pay such a steep price for one.
"As long as the payment is sufficient, everything is negotiable."
"So let me see just how capable this Faustus really is."
Jervash raised a hand, mobilizing the power of laws without using a single Divine-grade treasure.
Faustus' notorious treasure had already become famous throughout the star sea.
No one wished to throw their precious treasures into that greedy basin for nothing.
Instead, Jervash directly unleashed a Sacred Art.
A dazzling pillar of light shot toward Daniel like a falling star.
A strike from a T3 Oracle-grade was far beyond imagination.
Whoosh!
