From what William knew, there was a clan in the dark spirit master community in the outer world known as the Grand Black Mamba. They were indeed dangerous and deadly, thanks to their darkness spirit element.
It seemed they got a relative here in this tiny world, and it was known by the same name without the 'Grand' word.
The difference between the two clan's spirits was obvious to William. This Garlend had one horn while the weakest and youngest Grand Mambas had five!
Not to mention the size of the scales appearing on Garlend's body were smaller than what William used to see on the Grand Black Mambas.
As Garlend got momentarily stopped thanks to getting his identity discovered, William's sword didn't stop.
"Ahh!" The heart curdling scream that came next made the body of Garlend tremble in anger. The last member standing on his team got stabbed by William's deadly sword, ending up thrown in the air for tens of metres, falling down there outside the arena.
