Cato stood before Michael, his small frame relaxed with confidence. He had no idea that the human before him was the Dark Lord in disguise. To Cato, the human was just another Inferior, one that he could easily kill with a single stab.
"An Inferior with some balls. "You think you're powerful? Ha! You're nothing compared to me," Cato spoke with his chin held high and a smirk on his face. He looked around at his minions with a dismissive glance before settling his gaze on Michael.
"Are you daft or something, human?" Cato scoffed, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Take a good look around you. You're outnumbered, outmatched, and out of luck. Any one of us could tear you to shreds without even breaking a sweat."
He pointed his fingers at his minions around Michael and Mutrad. "You really thought you could take on a group of seasoned warriors like us? You must be either incredibly brave or incredibly foolish. Which is it?"
