Recognition

After the crimson spear pierced the ground, a dark green figure slowly took shape amid spiritual particles, revealing Diarmuid's upright form.

He pulled the spear from the ground and rested it on his shoulder, then walked between Iskandar and Leon, blocking their view of one another and breaking the tense, drawn-sword atmosphere between them.

"Rider, I have no intention of being your enemy. If anything, I would rather have a fight with him. More than that, I can hardly wait to teach his despicable Master a lesson, so that he may experience my lord's suffering."

Diarmuid pointed his spear at Leon.

Leon was unconcerned, his brows...