Chapter 92: If You Wear His Colors, You Die!
The echo of the warhorn still hung in the air when Yvan growled.No relief. No gratitude. Just a dry, disdainful tone:— "Weren’t they supposed to kill the boss? The help of these weak creatures won’t be of much use to us..."
Isaac didn’t respond right away. He already sensed something was wrong.And as if to confirm Yvan’s words, the first group of yetis that had slid down their ice ramps at full speed was instantly annihilated.
There were no screams.Just red.Heads launched into the air, torsos split in a single strike, bodies falling into the snow in silence. No metallic clanging. No flash. Just... death.
— "Shit..." Isaac breathed, eyes wide.
— "He cut them all down without us even seeing the movement," Yvan muttered.
But this time, the silhouette didn’t move.It stood there. Upright. Exposed.
And for the first time...Isaac saw it.
A draconic humanoid, over two meters tall, clad in dark anthracite armor lined with silver markings. The scales visible beneath the joints were a deep, purplish blue, glinting with each muscle contraction.
Its head was helmeted, but beneath the shadow of the visor, its slit yellow eyes gleamed—piercing, judging. Calm. Disdainful. Predatory.
Its right arm was encased in an obsidian gauntlet, and on its left shoulder was a cuirass bearing an emblem.
A spiraling crest, entangled with claws and flames.