The burly man opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was Archibald's bloodshot eyes. Then he saw the terrifying claws that were less than a finger away from him.
But the claws stopped right in front of him and he didn't take another step forward.
It wasn't because Archibald was afraid, or that he had suddenly changed his mind.
But...
There was a hand.
A long and powerful hand was tightly grasping Archibald's dragon claw.
The difference between the two was too great. One was ugly and ferocious, the giant claw of a magical beast, and the other was fair and noble.
However, the strength of the latter was much greater than the former. It forcibly blocked the dragon claw in midair, unable to advance in the slightest.
The burly man saw the owner of this hand, a handsome and calm youth.
Archibald's scarlet eyes stared at him, his killing intent surging like a tide.