Darian stared coldly at that figure in the sky, his mind running a thousand miles a minute as he analyzed every possible outcome.
Did he have the power to defeat that enemy? Obviously not. But... there was one possibility.
In that instant, he suddenly turned toward Niara. She spread her wings, ready to take off toward him—but when she saw his eyes, she stopped. They didn't need to say a word. She understood that he meant what he'd said — he would handle this alone.
"You're really the missionary?" the voice from above suddenly echoed.
Darian turned his gaze up, cold as ever. The figure had a clearly humanoid, masculine shape — a smooth face, white clothes, and long black hair tied back.
"So what?" he replied with disdain.
The figure narrowed his eyes. "Only five rings, yet everywhere you go, disaster follows. So the legends were true... interesting. I'll capture you alive — the Celestial Divinity Shadow will be pleased."
