The chilling aura of killing intent and the stench of blood surged through the hall, yet at this moment what truly weighed down Asler's heart was the unfathomable source of Baron Carlos's tremendous power.
The presence of blood didn't seem forged; if the opponent had truly done what he claimed, then...
The Baron Carlos before his eyes must have some hidden trump card or superior strength.
The atmosphere quickly became tense and rigid.
Inside the hall, knights slowly clenched the hilts of their swords while the mages felt the growing surge of magic within them.
Four knights, among them one Great Knight.
Three mages, including one high-ranking mage.
This formation, bolstered by Black Castle's stationed troops, should have been foolproof.
But for some reason, Asler now felt an eerie unease creeping up in his heart.
"Who... who exactly are you?" He took a deep breath, his gaze intense and profound as he stared at Carlos, filled with deep mistrust.