Byrne's gaze was icier than it had ever been as he stared at the mad old man in the white fog.
He slowly stepped back, maintaining a distance that was conducive to both attack and defense.
The man with streaks of gray in his hair was extremely vigilant, constantly on guard, observing his surroundings with almost no blind spots.
Viscount Bast's power of Bloodline was the "Bronze Lion," which was far superior to his own in close combat, so he must keep a sufficient distance.
The deputy leader of the Stars Embrace Order also kept his distance, his voice betraying confusion.
"Eh? Infighting?"
The three of them stood in a triangular formation in the dense white fog that severely limited visibility.
Any rash move by either party would lead to a significant shift in the situation.
Viscount Bast laughed heartily and said slowly with a cold face, looking in Byrne's direction, "You betrayed me, Byrne, I knew long ago that you would betray me!"
