It is the Bearman; the bastard did not even take even a second to recognize me the moment I revealed my shields.
Its aura is now completely on me, and so are its eyes. I feel as if a colossal mountain is pressing down on me, and regretfully, things are worse than that.
There is at least a chance to survive if the colossal mountain is pressing down on me, but here, there is almost none.
In front of such might, I could do nothing; all my methods and tricks were useless as it would be able to crush through them with sheer might. Still, like a butterfly in a storm, I will try to survive with my all; I am not going to hand myself to this bastard, no matter how bleak my chances are.
"Aege," I said in a casual voice as possible as the mountainous pressure bore down me. "It is Grand Lord Aege, Zaar," it replied with a spark of anger lightning in its eyes for a moment for the disrespect.
