"His Highness won't let you off. You might be stronger, humans, but you can't defeat His Highness, who possesses the bloodline of the almighty Primordial rank!"
"Primordial Rank?" Griffin gave a mocked smile to the blue werewolf, lying on the ground, panting. His limbs were all severed, and he was the only remaining of his race alive in the battle. "Is that equivalent to Ascended, right? What about it? I have one, too."
The blue werewolf's eyes widened, shouting at the top of his lungs, "You are lying."
"Shut up." Griffin thrust his rapier, bursting his neck. He then swung his rapier, spraying the mixed colors blood to the grass, painting it, and then indifferently pushed it on his scabbard.
He turned and glanced at Kaiju, and said, "Are you surprised?"
Kaiju, knowing he could deactivate his Emotionless skill, smiled naturally and said, "I'm not alone, they are, too."
