Sorry for the late release. I fell asleep midway.
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The newcomer's face flinched. Was the intruder that confident? Or was it a bluff? He could not stay unscathed after killing a level 9 circler.
Whatever the case, he decided to play safe.
"Greetings." The old man returned the bow. "I am General Timothy Sprinter of the Imperial Sentry. How may I address you?"
"Many calls me by many names, but most agreed on one- Ephialtes. So Mister Ephialtes would suffice." The masked being's voice was charming- enough to beguile even him in joining the aggressor.
"Mister Nightmare," the old man said. "Whom do you work for?"
"None." The mysterious man answered.
