Chapter 114: The Superhuman
The scene unfolded as follows:
A carriage drawn by six Hulkling Warriors halted a short distance from ViTech headquarters. A large, red-headed man emerged, his appearance jarring; his hair and beard were unkempt and curly, and he reeked of blood and iron.
Instinctively, everyone understood that this was no ordinary man, for he was one of the few who could disrupt global peace with a mere gesture.
Known among the world’s most powerful figures as the Superhuman, his presence exuded power and commanded authority, and the scent of war and murder clung to him as he moved.
The atmosphere around him was chaotic, yet each faction knew its place on the stage. The Marshall knights bowed to their liege lord; among them was Richard, who aimed his Dragon Slayer spear downward and lowered his head, one fist across his chest. The two Hulklings holding the struggling Dragon-Tiger stood aside, not daring to obstruct the Elgard’s war deity. Beyond them stood a young lady and an entourage of intriguing individuals, guarding the gate of ViTech with defiant eyes.
Count Henry Marshall narrowed his eyes, his quick wit and sharp senses allowing him to grasp the situation swiftly. He needed no explanation, deducing the events simply by observing the parties involved.
He turned to his son and spoke:
"Richard, is that a Dragon Slayer?" he asked in a deep, emotionless voice, his intentions veiled.
"Yes, my Lord," Richard replied, lowering his head further.
"And your prey? That beast?"
"Yes, my Lord."