"I think we're in deep trouble," Drakthor said suddenly, his eyes glued to the red statue. He wiped a nonexistent sweat from his forehead.
"What do you mean? You can't even deal with those random guards? Yes, they look dangerous but actually, their strength is just like that," Myne, who was watching all the women suffering inhumanely, spoke while gritting his teeth. As a self-proclaimed guardian of beautiful ladies, his blood was now boiling with anger.
