"Andraste," he muttered through trembling lips.
The ruthless man smiled as he swiped his blood-soaked hand against the air, cleansing it of the goblin's meaty chunks, "I guess my reputation precedes me, as always!"
All at once, he remembered in full the information connected to such a dreadful name.
He was in the tournament...Iris told me about him, and Rengoku...he's one of the "Victorious Seven"--an elite group even more revered in Mastorn than the Argonauts...but why is he here? Why is he standing in front of me right now?! He thought.
It wasn't just the fact that his body was on the brink of shutting down from the overwhelming pain and exhaustion, but he truly felt an aura like none other, emanating from the smiling man with such intensity that he had to coax the air from his lungs.
"...What do you want?" He spat out his words as his own blood stuck between his lips.
