Aerchon clenched his jaw as he watched Laston hover before him, wearing that insufferable grin.
But beyond anger, he also felt unease. Did this mean Laston himself was about to step in and get serious? And if he did, what would happen? If Laston fought at full strength, this battle would become an even greater disaster.
But he couldn't afford to falter now. He was the prince of the Elf Palace. How could he let himself appear afraid in the face of the enemy?
Aerchon unsheathed his sword and pointed it at Laston. In a firm tone, he demanded, "What do you plan to do now?"
"I'm not sure you're ready to hear it," Laston replied. "After all, you won't be able to stop it."
"Can't you see how strong our defenses are? Your minions haven't even managed to put a scratch on my palace walls."
"AHAHAHA! Oh, Aerchon. Do you really think the reason I haven't broken through your precious Magic barrier yet is because I can't?" Laston chuckled.
Hearing that, Aerchon swallowed hard.
