"Agrimond, what's going on?"
As a domineering figure carrying a crimson warhammer flew over, the mechanical wizard who didn't sit in the reserved VIP seat asked in a deep voice.
Magic runes on the metallic cape were colorful, wriggling continuously like living creatures.
"Hmm?"
After surveying the area, Agrimond, the Tristar King of the Abyss, finally fixed his gaze on the mysterious wizard with a gray-white mask and blurred features.
A figure of two meters, with a crimson giant hammer on his shoulder measuring four meters, exuding a wild, violent, and domineering aura. The immense strength formed a circular stream of air around the body, revealing an indescribable pressure.
