Part of the True Face

"What the hell...?! What the hell is wrong with your star!?" The man exclaimed frightened as his instincts told him that deadly danger was coming toward him.

"Hah, you mean that little detail?" Sven grinned for the first time in a long time as a sly expression appeared on his face.

'Fine, now I realize I'm watching the memories of the real Sven. Only he is capable of such a frightening smirk, whose gaze seems to be able to pierce even the soul.' Wain inwardly muttered with a slight nod.

"Since today is an important day, both for me and for all Arkans, I'll tell you what's wrong with my star." Sven stepped forward as powerful streams of white energy appeared beside him.

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

The pressure came down on the Dragon, preventing him from even moving and causing him to feel a primal fear as if he were facing an invincible foe.