The Dwarrow's mouth hung open.
His eyes were wide in disbelief.
'Just who is this Nephirid…?'
Ben had appeared out of nowhere.
He had crushed the Gravenhold soldiers like they were nothing but street thugs.
To the Dwarrow, it was unthinkable.
A single Nephirid had overwhelmed a whole squad with nothing more than a face slap.
This was not some random Nephirid either.
This one clearly had training.
Gravenhold soldiers were elites.
They were veterans of border raids and many clashes.
Each one was trained from youth, fed with potent potions, and armed with relics that turned ordinary men into living weapons.
Even a single Gravenhold Nephirid could hold a chokepoint against a small battalion of Dwarrow knights.
Their relic enhanced strength was the stuff of legend.
Most merchants knew better than to even look at one of them the wrong way.
Yet this stranger had torn through them with ease.
Now that same figure crouched beside the last surviving soldier.
