A Figure in the Storm

Waldo snorted coldly.

He took two quick steps, moving incredibly fast, like a ferocious beast charging.

The sudden movement scared the man with the fire pattern, who staggered back in terror.

"What do you want to do? Stop! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude! One more step and believe it or not, I'll kill her?"

Waldo's movement halted.

His dangerous eyes flickered with an ice-cold glare.

More intimidating than the eyes of any wild beast.

Waldo stared intensely at the man, exerting immense pressure on him.

The fire-patterned man felt panic, took a deep breath, and pressed the dagger in his hand even more tightly against the throat of the female trialist.

Thin streams of crimson blood trickled down from the blade.

Seeing Waldo stop, the fire-patterned man breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, the terrifying figure did not advance further.

Otherwise, he was certain he would have been dead.