Chapter 87
The powerful dark aura that Klaus was releasing from his body permeated the throne room, making it feel darker, colder, and more ominous. The surge of energy he was emitting radiated with an almost palpable malevolence, a testament to the power that Klaus had nurtured within himself. Roman, standing a few steps before Klaus, felt the oppressive atmosphere intensify, but rather than being intimidated, a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
'Close to a swordmaster level,' Roman thought, his eyes narrowing as he assessed Klaus's power. 'How impressive.'