The Kobold chieftain's fierce aura suddenly froze.
Its blood-red eyes were fixed on the dark yellow light in Duke's palm, on the rocks drifting toward the light, and on the distorted space surrounding the light.
It sensed something, a kind of ancient instinct etched deep in its blood.
But the Kobold chieftain did not feel fear, nor did it desire to submit.
It roared, its seven-meter tall body suddenly exerting force, feet deeply embedded in the ground, resisting with all its might against the force pulling it upwards.
Those blood-red eyes were filled with frenzy and brutality; it was the overlord of this barren land, unwilling to bow to any existence.
Duke looked at it, expressionless.
He raised his right hand, fingers closed in a grasp, suddenly lifting upward.
Gravity sharply intensified.
The Kobold chieftain's roar turned into a terrified scream.
