Chapter 218 Grand Magus Test Iv

• "Arghh!" A young man brushed bits of beast flesh off his sleeve. The remains clung like dried paste. Disgust twisted his face.
• “Ugh, revolting,” he muttered, flicking off a speck with the tip of a silver-polished nail.
• The battle had been brief—unworthy of him, but also messy. The blood wasn’t his, obviously. He never allowed himself to be touched. Still, the gore had the audacity to stain his imported, spellwoven tunic, which had been pristine moments ago.