‘Red Storm,’ Sky recognized the winged figure as the personal mount of the King of Alvarez and Guildmaster of Golden Cross, the God of War, Kratus. ‘He’d arrived.’
Realizing too his arrival, Uriel’s pained expression then turned into a ridiculing laugh fired directly at Sky. “I might not have been enough but with him here now, it is over for you!”
Sky didn’t give him mind. Her gaze remained fixed at the man that makes Golden Cross an Eternal Empire powerhouse. However, at the same time, her eyes are filled with ridicule. He’s truly the type of scumbag she’d expected him to be. He’s strong, that is a fact and he has victories and conquests everyone praised and hence, he was commended as the God of War. But his power is nothing but a bundle of spoonfeed stuffs and to Sky’s standard, a man
