"This seems rather inappropriate, doesn't it?"
Lais looked at the familiar figure that had suddenly appeared and let out a sigh of relief, quickly saying:
"Lord Halil, I..."
Halil waved his hand, signaling Lais to be silent.
Truth be told, he was also somewhat uneasy. As the guardian of this gray harbor, he naturally couldn't allow anyone to attack the port; he had no choice but to show himself.
He had thought it was merely a matter of communication, but who could have expected the other party to strike so abruptly?
But facing the terrifying fireball in front of him, clearly launched by the one who had killed Patrick, he could not locate his opponent's position, nor could he even detect their presence.
The only auras on the "Hurricane" in front of him were silver and bronze, definitely not theirs.
This was far more frightening than merely concealing one's presence; if he were attacked, he might not even be able to defend himself.
