"Playtime is over," Fein said with a smirk. He had given the two humanoid lizards a chance since they gave him one. However, since they already did, it means the two were determined to stop him.
He could actually feel the intention to kill from Garoe's every attack. This made him curious about just how strong the master of the eighth floor that he was able to command to golden-grade monster.
In his opinion, Garoe and Shiroe's spear skills were at least level twelve. With that, Fein dashed beside Garoe. In his perception, he felt Shiroe, who was on the run toward his position.
'What is it this time? Another plan?' Fein continued to dodge sideways. He wasn't doing it intentionally, but instinctively. The destruction was inserted into the scabbard of pride again, which gave it the bonus of burning damage.
