A deep, mocking voice spread on the night wind, carrying a chill like rusted iron.
Anno's pupils contracted sharply. He stared intently at the tall figure in the darkness, his voice raspy from vigilance and the backlash of his own power.
"Who are you?"
"Me?"
Roland's reply carried a strange sense of ease, almost as if he had just proven a theory.
His gaze swept over Anno's surroundings.
The smoke and dust were gradually settling, revealing the corpses strewn about the ground.
Looking at all this, Roland breathed a long sigh of relief inwardly.
The vicious battle with Leonard had given him his first taste of the astounding boost in strength from the Giant Dragon Bloodline. But only now, after having completely integrated it, did he truly understand what this power meant.
Killing these ordinary Transcendents was like cutting grass.
He calmly assessed the results of the battle.
