At this moment, Maxim's charm came from his power!
It was a beauty of strength!
The fully armed monster swordsman was like a walking armored Meat Mountain. He was already fierce and domineering, but now accentuated by the large blood wings, along with his claw-like curved scythe hands, and the Dark Night Claws decorated with natural spirit patterns extending to his calves. He looked as terrifyingly imposing as any boss-level monster ought to be.
Not assigning him the role of a final boss in a five-man team or a dungeon would be a disservice to his fierce appearance.
Maxim, basking in the blessings of Midnight's Power, soon calmed his spirits.
From the constant surge of power within him, he understood the reality. As he looked up at his master Murphy, who wasbaled white as he was -supported by Adel, a sense of indescribable guilt and emotion filled his heart.
"Master Murphy, I..."
"No need for more words, this is a reward for your loyalty."
