Chapter 5572 No Mercy
- The Guardian stood unmoving, clad in armor the color of sunrise metal. His eyes, visible through the helm's narrow slit, burned like twin torches aimed straight into every heart.
- The long sword in his grasp quivered, frost-bright edges glinting—a silent warning that even the faintest misstep would draw blood.
- Sweat pearled along Enaricus' hairline. The Guardians truly exist, and we have roused one of them.