Just then, Godfrey tilted his head toward them. No, he was glaring at their leader, Lord Dexter.
"You're a black moon, you must know the man who unleashed the orcs that ended Ronald Daniel's life eighteen years ago."
Dexter chuckled.
Godfrey's eyes narrowed. "So… it's you. You're the same man who created the purple gate where you Fanatics almost abducted my mother."
"It was me." Dexter had a broad smile. "You might be powerful but the father of the new world, Cain himself, has awoken. Touch me and see the destruction he will bring upon you and everything else."
His eyes gleamed as he squinted. "You're just an pitiful kid."
"I see." The moment Godfrey said that, Isolde hurtled her spear at the large Ignikai Berserker. It pierced his chest and froze his entire body in an instant.
Solstice blitzed, unsheathed his twin swords, removed the heads of the other two before resheathing them as if they were never drawn.
