Abbas' face darkened as he watched Lis hovering in the air; with his strength, he could clearly discern the features of the man before him.
He appeared to be a man in his thirties, clad in a pure black Mage Robe, his complexion somewhat pale, yet his expression carried a mix of smugness and indulgence.
"Who are you?"
"You are provoking the Dillon Kingdom!"
Abbas spoke in a deep and powerful voice, which clearly reached the ears of Lis.
The appearance Lis now bore was naturally a disguise; he planned to use this identity to stir trouble in the capital of the Dillon Kingdom.
"Heh, it's nothing special."
"But what brings Lord Abbas, the commander of the Snow Wolf Army, to this place?"
With a somewhat chilling voice, Lis responded to Abbas while new blue fireballs appeared around him, falling toward West Castle.
"Stop!"
