"The Destroyer, you're a lot smaller and weaker than I imagined."
A witch in a red robe entered the training ground, the poisonous miasma around the Crocodile Dragon avoiding her as if it had a mind of its own.
She held a black crystal ball with delicate hands, and her entire body was enveloped in a mysterious glow, making her seem quite enigmatic.
Her voice was sweet, and her figure was stunning, though the red robe covered most of her face, obscuring her features.
"Smaller... Want to hear what you're saying?" Orson furrowed his brows. This NPC clearly had no idea what 178cm of pure male god really meant.
Of course, compared to those towering two-meter-tall NPC warriors, his original and unpolished appearance might seem rather unremarkable.
"Destroyer? Are you sure you're not mistaking me for someone else?" Orson looked her up and down, trying to get a better look at her face.