The dark clouds above Southwind City slowly cleared, ever-so-slightly easing the hearts of the terrified citizens and low-ranked adventurers.
The defenders had won, proven by the sight of the invading terrorists leaving hastily.
However, in one part of the city, the somber skies mysteriously remained: Dweezel Hawkins' Fifteenth Stronghold.
*CLANG!*
The sound of metal clashing against metal resounded in the empty hallways.
To Commander Greyson's surprise, the scenario he expected to see the next moment didn't happen.
The smaller Hadean Varsa Commander stood there, unmoving like a mountain, nary a hint of fear in his eyes
Greyson was both impressed and furious.
He relished the flickers of panic in his opponents' eyes as his towering figure barreled toward them like a bulldozer.
Therefore, the absence of fear in the enemy commander's gaze irritated him, making him view the arrogant terrorist as an insufferable bastard.
