For a moment, the elf said nothing. The smile lingering on his face gradually disappeared. Then, a terrifying aura erupted from Orvath's body.
Boom!
The surrounding plains trembled.
The trees swayed violently as an invisible pressure spread outward, causing the air within several hundred meters to distort.
Michael's expression changed slightly. He hadn't expected such a reaction.
Orvath remained where he stood, his handsome face devoid of expression. Yet the anger contained within his aura was unmistakable.
"Michael Norman."
"Are you looking down on me?"
"..."
Michael was speechless.
What? How had things suddenly developed in this direction?
He had merely offered to fight without his undead. Was that really something worth getting angry over?
After a moment of consideration, Michael understood why Orvath had reacted this way.
