The bloodfest was heating up, and Byung found himself against Drekk, who was beginning to understand his actions had no true consequence. The Goblin King? What a joke.
Drekk could give in to his impulses; there was no need to hold himself back any longer.
Byung couldn't make the first move, he had to be careful about being careless because it could be the last thing he did in this world. Something told him he wouldn't be reincarnated into another world—this would be the end.
At least he had a weapon, but there was something wrong with all of this at the end of the day.
Byung had the advantage with that weapon, yet fear wouldn't let him take a step.
He tried to keep a brave face, but he had never faced anything like this before.
Trogzit was nothing compared to him, and Byung took a deep breath to calm his mind because panicking in this situation wouldn't be ideal.
"Here goes…" Byung muttered under his breath because Drekk would want to punish him for as long as he could.
