The Warhammer was lying on the tavern floor.
It was still smoking and sizzling from the lingering heat of Velvetius's magic.
Smoke was rising up from its surface, filling the air with the scent of scorched metal.
Ragna clenched her fists.
She never anticipated such a thing might happen. She could hear her heartbeat thundering in her ears.
Arin stood beside her.
He had summoned his Dual Daggers, Venom Fang.
He knew the Count would be a great opponent.
He had expected a tough fight.
But this, this was something else. Count Velvetius was of a different realm.
The Coun sighed, rolling his shoulders.
He seemed to be entirely at ease.
"Honestly, I expected better," he muttered, inspecting his nails, "I was kind enough to extend you an invitation into my Enclave. And you reject me?"
He chuckled, "Fine. I respect foolish bravery. But to reject me and still believe you can stop me?"
He shook his head.
His eyes were shining with amusement, "Now that's just embarrassing."
