He's strong...
But not in the way Sigmund or the Blood Emperor were.
This was the kind of danger that didn't need to roar.
Herras didn't walk toward Ian, he appeared beside him, as if he'd always been there.
"Interesting show," he mused, his voice low, smooth. "Chaos Angel. Hybrid Slayer. And now… the Blood Emperor's potential knight."
Ian tensed. How much did this guy see?
Herras smirked, reading his thoughts. "Enough."
The onlookers couldn't help but whisper.
"They say Semeria trained him herself, not as a disciple, but as an experiment."
"He's not as strong as the Alpha of Alphas yet, but his potential…"
"He once walked through a collapsing dimension like it was nothing."
Herras ignored them, his mismatched eyes locked onto Ian.
"You've got ten years. Maybe less."
A pause.
"Want some help?"
Ian narrowed his eyes. "Why?"
Herras chuckled. "Let's just say… I enjoy watching the impossible happen."
