Chapitre 646: Fight

Erion noted two critical details. None of the Obsidian Order had access to exo-suits—the suits were too closely monitored by the human alliance.

This narrowed down the list of suspects, though it was still minute. But what truly shocked Erion was the sheer strength emanating from the intruder, despite being at master- rank.

He was absolutely sure that it wasn't false— Erion's bloodline granted him an acute sensitivity to mana, and he could feel that the intruder was most definitely a master- rank.

A cold voice sounded.

"Who are you?"

Erion's voice was calm, but the tension in the area was unmistakable. The entire hall fell silent, every warrior on edge.

The figure didn't respond, only giving a simple, dismissive glance around the room. His gaze was cold and indifferent, sending a shiver down the spines of many who met it.

"Lucy," Erion called, glancing subtly at his gothic crew member.