Suddenly, from behind, the roars and cheers of my friends and beasts echoed loudly:
"You can do it, Gaon!"
"He's all alone against our army—we will never submit!"
Kim Seong-Hoon was watching me from behind; I could feel his gaze fixed on me throughout the entire fight. The ice dragon around him had not been dismissed—it danced continuously, coiling like a snake. Its sharp eyes followed Nam Ji-Ho's every movement, ready to pounce the moment it sensed an opening. Now, the dragon felt unnervingly alive, as if it were a real, breathing creature.
"What a nice group you have there—a fitting one for a king-level warrior. Yet… you're too weak to protect them."
Suddenly, the sky above us darkened as storm clouds gathered, plunging the entire area into an apocalyptic gloom.
What the hell is he trying to do now?
