Modret glanced at the middle-aged man beside the one with the device. At a glance, he could recognize the emblem of the Axarel royal family on his chest, despite the silvery-grey mask covering his face.
He snorted internally but didn't hesitate to attack, a burst of black flames erupting like a fountain around him.
"A Galaxy Realm expert just like myself?" the man said solemnly, staring at Modret in shock, as though he couldn't believe that in just a few short weeks, Modret had grown so much.
There was no time to think too much, as Modret's attacks were already trailing through the air, heading toward him at sharp speed, leaving a trail of smoke and dust in their wake.
Axel stood to the side, noting that Modret could handle the attacker since he knew the true extent of Modret's strength.
His gaze remained fixed on the masked man with the device, watching his every movement. Should he make a move to escape, Axel wouldn't hesitate to slaughter him.
