The White Angel

If anyone of them wanted him dead, then they could simply crush him with a mere finger.

He realized how weak he was against such mighty giants. And they were really giants. Compared even to Amera, Doaf, Nicole, and the crow, these grandmasters seemed at least triple their body sizes, or even more.

"So this is the impudent child who caused all this mess…" one of them gazed in hatred and anger towards Arthur who instantly recognized his status.

He was without doubt a grandmaster in the dark dragonair clan.

"I'm not honored to meet such a dark master," Arthur rudely said.

"Humph, let's see how you will act once I get done with that weak George," the grandmaster said in a threatening tone before he turned his head towards the sky.

He wasn't the only one doing this, but every single soul in this world did so.