Still, Makarov felt somewhat fortunate. A few days ago, he had sent the guild's next generation to Porlyusica! Otherwise, those little ones would surely have died!
Fortunate as he was, Makarov was still furious! After all, quite a few of the guild's other members had died!
Gritting his teeth, he glared viciously at August!
August remained utterly calm, while Irene smiled faintly. "An interesting old man. I wonder how long he can hold out!"
With a soft laugh, Irene gripped her staff tightly, preparing to charge Makarov and kill him!
But just as she was about to cast her magic, August shook his head. "Irene... something is wrong. Be careful!"
Irene was startled. "Something is wrong? What could be wrong? Does this Makarov have some trump card left?"
August shook his head, his sharp gaze turning toward the distance. "Unknown sir... you have watched for long enough. It is time to show yourself!"
At his words, Irene was suddenly alarmed. "Someone is there? How is that possible? I did not sense anyone at all!"
Irene possessed a Dragon's senses, so she could naturally perceive everything around her clearly. Yet now, she had failed to notice anyone!
Irene was astonished, but then she suddenly felt the air grow hotter. Soon, the sound of wooden sandals slowly approached from afar!
A man came into view, dressed in a black kimono and white haori. Bathed in sunlight, he leaned on a wooden cane as he slowly walked closer!
Seeing the newcomer, Irene was deeply shaken! She had not sensed anyone just moments ago! Even now, as she looked at him, she could not sense his presence!
The feeling was like facing someone who stood high above all others, someone whose aura could not be perceived!
Compared to Irene's surprise, Makarov felt somewhat despairing!