CHAPTER 951
Viktor stood motionless before the diminutive General, who clutched a sleek spear and wore a comprehensive suit of armor that encased his entire form.
A metallic helmet completely obscured the commander's features, leaving only the cold glint of the visor visible.
Unlike the other two Generals, this short warrior didn't make the slightest attempt to budge from his position.
He simply observed with a predatory stillness, his gaze locked onto Viktor, who similarly refrained from initiating the first strike.
"Uh… the others are already fighting. Are we going to do this or not?" Viktor asked, a deep frown etching into his face.
Yet, the General offered no reply.
He merely tightened his grip on the shaft of his spear while maintaining his silent vigil.
Now that Viktor had a moment to actually scrutinize his opponent, the man appeared no taller than a ten-year-old child.
