Standing in the middle of a courtyard outside the building where Permafrost held its important hostages or other prisoners, Marcus and his two maids Grace and Jenna were surrounded.
However, Marcus felt completely calm since he already knew that he outmatched everyone here.
The only one that was even the slightest threat to him was the overseer of the prison and one of Permafrost's top enforcers whose name was Firmin.
Yet even though he was level fifty-two, ten levels higher than Marcus, from the memories he had obtained from Obadiah's soul Marcus knew roughly how strong Firmin was.
"Oh, you think that you are going to kill all of us. That has to be the worst bluff I have every heard. Did you think that none of us would be able to see that your level is thirty-five? Unfortunately for you, while that may be impressive among the rabble it will not help you here." Firmin said like a second-rate villain that was already sure of his win.
