A Closer Relationship With Twilight City The Grand Duke of Frostwolf was a middle-aged man in his fifties with a dignified expression.
His pupils suffused a deep blue hue. It was like the hard ice on the sea.
He wore a hood made of grayish-brown wolf fur and stood solemnly in the small square in front of the Lord's Mansion like a statue.
Two old white-haired men stood on either side of him. One wore black, and the other white. They were quiet. But they emitted a pressure that made one's heart tremble.
The residents who passed by would subconsciously avoid them despite the deliberate concealment of their aura. They felt great fear subconsciously as if they were dragons that had transformed into human forms.
Gray commanded the overall situation on the city wall in his empty eye sockets. The soul fire was burning.
The A-rank mummy hero sensed an extremely terrifying aura from the two men.
'Legend!
'These men are legends!'
