As I headed West, I noticed a big group of people running away in a big manner. It was surely that paragon. And it was time for me to kill a paragon of another race other than Hectors.
If I was going to be a king, shouldn't I select a name for myself? A paragon slayer, it was a cool name indeed. And I deserved to be called one.
"See that running chicken? Aim at it and kill all those around him," I pointed at a running giant in the middle of lots of strong looking other giants.
It was indeed that Selvator paragon. Unlike Dragons, Selvators didn't like fancy things or showy items. But they paid much importance towards getting themselves strong looking items and gears.
The gears over that dude didn't have much ornaments or golden particles. But they had strange protrusions and writings, making me feel how strong and unique these gears were.
