"Forty-one percent," he said, his voice thick with dark pride. "That's my success rate in Milord's experiment."
41%?
It won't be easy. Not at all.
"Celes… I'll handle him. Stay with Randor," I said, my gaze never leaving the figure ahead of us.
"Amael... he's dangerous..." Celeste's voice trembled with concern as she looked at me, her worry evident in the way her eyes darted between the two of us.
She was right to be concerned. The man before us exuded an unnatural strength, something far beyond the ordinary.
"I know," I replied. "But I can't deal with him while Randor is here. Get him out of here, Celeste. And call August. Tell him to evacuate the perimeter around this place. I doubt I'll be able to hold back in your capital," I added, clenching my left fist.
The amber emblem on my hand pulsed with energy, and in a flash, Perseus materialized—a magnificent amber sword gleaming with an otherworldly light.
