BOOM!
The voice that followed was like a growl from the depths of Inferno—raspy, guttural, and laced with menace.
It echoed across the sky, shaking the very air.
Everyone in Emerald Castle heard it—and those with weaker strength? Their eardrums burst on the spot, blood pouring from their ears.
Seeing this, Ethan's expression darkened.
"…Cocky bastard," he muttered.
And with that, he vanished—reappearing high in the sky.
"Who the hell are you?"
The masked figure gave Ethan a cold once-over.
Then sneered.
"So you're the lord of Emerald Castle? Hmph. You don't look like much. I was expecting more."
He paused, then his tone dropped, voice turning icy.
"Listen up. I am the Dungeon Overlord—Olyan. You've been making too much noise lately. Someone's put a price on your head. So… nothing personal."
ROAR!
With a low growl, Olyan suddenly lunged forward—no warning, no hesitation.
SHING! SHING!
