Brand, after a brief moment of distraction, realized that the other party was also a veteran who had experienced the November War, so it wasn't surprising that he knew his grandfather. However, Kulan came from a knight family, whereas his grandfather Tobus was merely a civilian. How did they know each other?
He temporarily suppressed his doubt as the battle had already begun. The Hellhound seemed extremely displeased with its prey disappearing right in front of it. As soon as Kulan stepped onto the sand of the Duel Arena, the beast howled and broke free from its chains.
The iron chains, as thick as arms, snapped one by one with a loud 'bang bang'. "Good fellow!" Kulan thought to himself, drawing his longsword with his right hand and tossing the scabbard aside. The beast from beneath the River of Sulfur, dragging numerous broken chains, lunged straight at him.
