"Who are you?!" the Frost Dragon Knight shouted in shock.
"A humble boiler room attendant from the Godslayer Guild," the man replied with a faint smile, shaking his head.
The gathered Dragon Knights felt a chill run down their spines. Had they miscalculated? Was this not some frail, nameless adventurer?
This man before them radiated the aura of a peak King-tier—no, even stronger. His presence verged on that of a Demi-God Supreme.
"Do you realize under whose authority we come? The emissary of the divine realm—the current Pope of the Church of Light, Jenonis!" the Frost Dragon Knight said, barely masking the tremor in his voice. "Stand down, and I believe the God of Light may yet forgive you."
"Jenonis?" The man's handsome face wrinkled as if taken aback.
"If you understand that much, step aside. The Sky Fortress is ours now. Unless you plan to oppose an Archangel," a Fire Dragon Knight sneered.
