For a second, the golden knight looked stunned as he looked at the two undead dragon soul minions, but then his lips curved into a sneer as his attention landed on the human being.
His gaze dragged on Liam from top to bottom to confirm what he felt, and this sneer widened. "Paha! Of course! A lower-realm trash will be a lower-realm trash! I am just thinking too much. Ha Ha Ha!"
"Ok. There is no point sitting here and watching this human any longer. There is only less than an hour left. What could he possibly do with that time? Make more soul minions? Pa ha ha ha! The priestess was correct. He is just a fool who is in over his head."
"On the other hand, I have a lot that needs to be done before everything closes down." With a sigh, he stood up and left the hall.
Before leaving, he turned to glance at the mirror one last time, only to find Liam still sitting like a statue, a broken and desperate one at that. "He is completely done for." He laughed loudly and continued walking.
