The adventurers were stumped with lips gaping open. Their cold sweat finally trailed down from their temples as they saw Amsel's head buried inside the freshly made crater right in the middle of the known street. Another Five-Star Adventurer had fallen on the street in less than ten minutes.
Abaddon snapped back into reality before he took one step back. ( Huh?! ) he gulped before he looked over his right leg had moved backward. He darted his glance forward and saw a towering figure standing next to the revered adventurers. His flame was engulfed in fear as none could ignite. The mere glance was enough for his body to recognize defeat. Flight, flight, flight, for the one that loved to battle and honed his fists, the word echoed inside his head.
( This guy... what tremendous aura! ) thought Abaddon as his feet faintly shook.
None dare spoke a word, none except for the person at the window.
