The Aura emitted by the Orc emperor was terrifying, just his presence alone made the surrounding atmosphere feel heavy.
Looking at the huma in front of him, Thraka squeezed.
"Ugh~"
A sickening crack echoed from Captain Vesper's ribcage. Isabelle, limp in the Emperor's other hand, they let out a ragged, unconscious gasp.
"Human, I can tell you're not normal,"
"From within you, I sense a very strange energy?"
Thraka rumbled, his red eyes narrowing as he looked at Damien standing by the Altar console.
"Is this shadow? No Void? No Dragon? Just what kind of being are you?."
"Are you really human?"
Looking at Damien carefully, as an eighth order, nothing was hidden from his eyes
However, it seemed the more he saw, the less he understood
The human in front of him was truly strange.
The Emperor's gaze shifted to the Pantheon Sword in Damien's hand. He sneered.
"I know your type. You probably think you are a hero. You think you can trade words for lives."
