Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory

"Heh... I gotta say, I didn’t expect this so-called Emerald Castle to be crawling with so many Gold Dragons. Gotta admit, that’s a decent show of strength. And..."

Ignarok’s dark crimson eyes swept slowly across the entire battlefield, taking in every detail with a predator’s calm. Finally, his gaze locked onto the front line of the Gold Dragons.

Right there, Auremax stood tall, his face grim, eyes cold and sharp as blades, locked onto Ignarok with deadly focus.

"...And you—" Ignarok grinned, his voice laced with mockery, "—a Gold Dragon this powerful? It’s been ages since I’ve seen one like you. Last time must’ve been in AvLee... that pretty little place, remember? Hahahaha!"

"State your name, intruder!" Auremax barked, his voice like thunder. "This is not a place you can just waltz into!"

But Ignarok didn’t flinch. He didn’t even blink. His presence was overwhelming, his arrogance suffocating.

Auremax could feel it—this wasn’t just some reckless demon. This was a real threat. He was already preparing to give the order to strike, to wipe that smug grin off the bastard’s face.

Ignarok clicked his tongue mockingly. "Tsk, tsk... Aren’t you the one always preaching about honor and etiquette? And here you are, ready to throw down after just a few words. How rude! But hey, no big deal. Since you’re so curious, I’ll do you the favor of introducing myself."

A wicked, booming laugh erupted from him, shaking the skies. The air itself seemed to tear apart as waves of demonic energy surged outward, howling like tortured spirits. His infernal armor groaned under the pressure, shrieking with every pulse of power.

"I am Ignarok Fathrim, Baron of Inferno! A true Infernal Demon King! Now do you understand who you’re dealing with, you pathetic worms? Hahahaha! HAHAHAHAHA!"

"Baron?!" Auremax’s expression darkened, his eyes narrowing with a deeper, more serious edge.

In the world of Glory Lords X, "Baron" might sound like a lowly title—but not in Inferno.