Kaedros stilled. His eyes sharpened like a blade.
"Pardon? There must be some mistake. We already declined."
Taria nodded firmly beside him.
Percival laughed, a low, mocking sound. "You don't have a choice. You'll do as you're told."
Mana surged through Kaedros, his eyes glowing a fierce blue as faint wisps of aura coiled around him. His face darkened, voice low. "I take orders from no one."
Taria shifted uneasily, hand hovering close to the cool metal of her spear. But Zevrak didn't flinch. After all, what could a low-rank hunter do to someone like him?
Kaedros considered it, pouring all his mana into a single inferno, leveling the room. But even in his Dragon form, he wasn't confident he could defeat Zevrak.
The man must be at rank four or at least three.
'....I'm still too weak..' He thought bitterly, forcing himself to cut off the flow of mana.
His eyes dimmed.
