The Draco of that time did not understand what the fellow was talking about referring to purities and all that, but what he did know was that his senses of danger that he had honed from years of combat in Boundless were blaring at their loudest.
He had not felt this way since the raid Darkrow had launched against a powerful Colonel Rank boss a few years ago. At that time, the humanoid monster had only glanced at him once and Draco had already felt like he was on his way to hell.
Likewise, looking at this fellow made him feel like he was staring at a superior form of life. Like the person before him was someone who had climbed the ladder and reached the step above him. This feeling made him feel wary, yet he also felt a burning hatred for this fellow in his soul.
