The Dwarrow's mouth hung open, eyes wide with disbelief.
'Just who is this Nephirid…?'
He had appeared out of nowhere and crushed the Gravenhold soldiers like they were nothing but street thugs.
To the Dwarrow, it was unthinkable, a single Nephirid overwhelming a whole squad with nothing more than a face slap. And this is not random nephirid, it's one that already have training.
A Gravenhold soldiers. They were elite, veterans of border raids and many clash.
Each one trained from youth, fed with great potion, and armed with relics that turned ordinary men into living weapons.
Even a single Gravenhold Nephirid could hold a chokepoint against a small battalion of dwarrow knight.
Their relic-enhanced strength were the stuff of legend. Most merchants knew better than to even look at one the wrong way. And yet… this stranger had torn through them with ease.
