"If I'd known this idiot was this crazy, I wouldn't have brought him." Kayn sighed.
His eyes stayed locked on the giant figure of Black Scar. With the kind of personality he knew he had, there was no chance of running.
At best, they'd have to fight.
"Look what happened now! Mr. Narcissist walked into a trap."
"Is he planning to keep the pretty girl for himself?"
"Poor guys, may they rest in peace."
"Wait, is that spoiled brat still staring at him? What an idiot…"
But Daniel… suddenly laughed. A short, mocking, and slightly eerie chuckle.
"Azrak, come out," he whispered.
Boom.
A massive shadow, like a black wall, formed behind Daniel.
A three-meter-tall knight, in broken armor, holding a massive and terrifying sword, with glowing eyes under his helmet.
His heavy presence drowned Black Scar in darkness.
"Sorry… who were you calling 'little' again?" Daniel said with sarcasm.
"If you think this clown show scares me—" Black Scar frowned and gave Azraq a sharp look.
