"Wonderful."
Pride swelled in Ashclaw's chest as he watched how easily Ray killed bronze and iron rank demonic beasts.
"He killed them like slaughtering pigs. He has grown up to become a terrifying figure before I even knew it. He is less than 30 years old but he has attained a power comparable to silver rankers. He has a high chance of breaking through to the silver rank before his thirties."
Ashclaw had nothing but admiration for Ray, not knowing he wasn't his son Torvin, just someone disguised as him.
"In the future, perhaps even Silver Ranks would have to fear him… his mutated skills deserve this much praise. Right now they run on magic power, but they can cook Bronze Rank Demonic Beasts alive. Once they run on soul power, they will be even more fearsome."
"…"
Ray sensed the change in Ashclaw's gaze and almost burst out laughing.
