A triumphant and gloating expression dyed the Paladin's face as it walked into the cavity, his body radiating dangerous mana. The blood on his back has already evaporated but the stains and wounds were there to fuel his fury.
"Face your demise obediently, little punk." The Paladin's voice was still roaring and irksome. Not only Arthur, but even the giant monster seemed displeased by it. That was concluded from the constricting eyes of the giant monsters as it examined the Paladin.
"A cat got your tongue, eh? I'll…" The Paladin's steps ceased as he saw Arthur ignore him completely and look in another's direction. Following Arthur's line of sight, the Paladin's face paled as it looked at the giant monster.
'A cat got your tongue, eh?' Arthur was very tempted to say it but he was wiser than speaking right now. It seems the Paladin shared his mindset as he ceased talking as well.
