None of the Chaos Immortals expected him to appear like this.
He was alone, unshielded, and floating calmly in front of their lead airship as if the battlefield below didn't exist.
The figure had two curved horns, four arms folded across his chest, and a cloak that fluttered against the wind.
His presence was unmistakable… There was a dense, ancient, and mystical aura around him...
It wasn't a normal Divinity. It was something that only the Asura Race could possess…
Kent was curious why this figure appeared so fearless in front of the hundreds of immortals.
'Is he planning to surrender?' Kent thought for a moment. After all, it wouldn't be surprising if they got scared of their lineup.
Neylan, Gyn, Arin, and Nyssa stepped forward, each one instinctively preparing for combat. But the figure didn't attack. He simply hovered there, watching them quietly.
Then, Neylan scoffed.
