"Take me to your leader."
Argus Newmont stared dumbfounded at the man before him. The man with bright blue eyes and gunmetal hair that shimmered in the night's darkness was eye catching and captivating. He had a regal bearing that made people want to bow their heads and fall to their knees.
The Dark Elf was stunned and caught off guard, causing him to lack what to say for the next few moments. But he soon regained his composure and held up his spear.
"I asked you a question. Your identity and purpose!" He pressed forward.
Thud!
A dark shadow landed between Argus and Michael. The dust cleared to reveal Nero's figure. The Berserker bowed his head in respect and spoke up. He turned to Argus and addressed him.
"This is my Master's backer and benefactor. Let him pass." Nero spoke with a tone that brooked no argument at all.