Dominating, composed, cold...
These were the first impressions that Casio brought with his appearance.
An indescribable sense of overwhelming power suddenly descended.
"Who are you!!!"
The silhouette of Thunder Spirit, who had been sitting cross-legged on the ground, vanished in an instant, and he flickered like an electric arc, reappearing hundreds of meters away.
This was a safe distance, at least in Thunder Spirit's opinion.
"Who am I? Don't you understand human speech?"
Casio was floating in mid-air, about five or six meters above the ground. His body had some ethereal contours, seemingly uplifted by flames as if to sustain prolonged hovering effortlessly.
"Magical Golem Sect's Gate Master!?"
Thunder Spirit's pupils sharply constricted, and his golden robe fluttered chaotically due to his unstable aura, becoming even more brilliantly eye-catching under the sunlight.
