Hidden behind a boulder, Kyle silently applauded for Hubert, completely oblivious to the fact that the old man was cursing him and planning to beat him up.
"Master may be weaker, but I have faith he can hold off the first shadow general. Just a few minutes will be enough until the reinforcements arrive."
Bia followed his gaze and observed the old man floating in the distance, clutching the spear, her curiosity piqued.
-"Is that the person who is your second master? He stopped Damien's attack. How did you find such a powerful individual?"
The two of them watched with anticipation, eagerly waiting for the old man to confront the shadow general head-on.
In the distance, Hubert's eyes glimmered with solemn intensity as they locked onto Damien's gaze—the man who belonged to the same race as him.
On the other hand, the first shadow general froze momentarily upon seeing his face.
"It's you?"