No matter how confident they were in their noble bloodline and formidable trump cards, how much they despised the Champion's supposedly mixed and lowly origins...
Yet when the Champion truly appeared with a presence that could dominate the world, they genuinely felt the terrifying oppression that could crush everything!
That feeling, it was as if the self-proclaimed noble ust met a mortal fugitive with a blood-stained blade and murderous intent in their own estate.
No matter how pure your bloodline. How vast your power, it all seems so pale and powerless!
"Bad luck indeed..." Zel was the first to rein in all contempt, his fingers unconsciously stroking the ornate sheath at his waist, his tone deep, "The Champion actually came to our battlefield... truly a king descending from the heavens!"
