Challenge!

****(POV)

"Eagle of Massacre! I've come to claim your head!" 

Who's the one that's tired of living? There are easier ways to commit suicide than to trek all the way over to the Moon Keep. Ah but then again this is a sure-fire way to perish. 

Now, who can it even be? Who's mad enough to do that? There is no clamor, only a lone voice, one confronting a behemoth without a trace of fear. No, in the proclamation there is even a hint of anger and righteousness. 

Many people dream of doing such a thing but pretty much all have enough common sense not to. 

I quickly exit the dungeon. In front of our main gate, a man is standing. Long golden hair, green piercing eyes. At his side 5 majestic swords, all broken.

He is standing straight, not intimidated in the least by the many sect members surrounding him. Well, the strongest are mostly rank 3. If this man is who I think he is, disregarding them is normal. 

"Hurry up! I don't have all day!"