That heaven-defying primordial demon, that lunatic!
The Galactic Massacrer!
【■■……!】
Bahamut shot to his feet, finger pointed, and reflexively began to utter his true name.
‘Shh.’
The eyes across from him narrowed.
“……!”
Every hair on his body stood on end.
For some reason, he could not tear his gaze away from the finger quietly raised before those lips.
For an instant, it felt as though all sound around them had been erased.
“…….”
Unable to resist, Bahamut obediently sat back down.
Gyeoul gave a derisive laugh at the stiff-faced Aggregate Hall Master.
[A frail mortal is present with us. Mind your words and actions.]
Simply hearing his true name inflicted severe damage upon the mind.
Those without the qualifications could not invoke it at all, and even those who possessed them knew better than to pronounce it carelessly.
‘What the hell?’
Gyeon Riok looked back and forth between him and Bahamut with obvious displeasure.
Not being able to understand their conversation was frustrating.
‘What the hell is this bastard’s identity…….’
The only one who remained utterly unimpressed was Jioh.
Her small foot irritably tapped against Gyeoul’s thigh.
“What gives? Don’t stop…