Under the light of the everlasting torches in the underground palace, Beaulac's shining armor looked rather cold. In Andris's eyes, Beaulac was the most horrible demon. He had no idea what just happened. He had no idea why his armor all of a sudden became as vulnerable as an eggshell.
Jocelyn and the nobles refused to believe what they just saw as if they were watching an opera of a very vicious theme. They could not figure out how Beaulac could have become so powerful within just a single month.
With the level-four chainmail named Rose and the pair of level-three daggers given by her father, and together with all of her magic and divine items, Jocelyn was clearly aware of the fact that she still would not have been able to stop Andris' heavy sword. However, Beaulac held the edge of the sword like it was just a kid's toy.
