Kebayifu had always thought highly of himself. Being overshadowed by General James had long rankled, so when the general died, he had secretly rejoiced, thinking his chance had come. He had indeed taken General James's place, but now some deputy director of unknown origin had appeared above him!
Kebayifu was furious. He didn't dare take it out on Cyrabelle, so he blamed Green instead.
Green sensed the hostility in his gaze and looked back. Kebayifu's heart jolted. Those dead-fish eyes seemed capable of piercing his soul.
Kebayifu instinctively looked away. A moment later, he bristled at his own cowardice. He was a Mid-Level Legendary powerhouse. Why should he fear someone who had only just reached Early Legendary?
Kebayifu had heard plenty of rumors about Green, but he believed none of them. He trusted his own eyes. Green was only Early Legendary, and Kebayifu was confident he could take on ten necromancers at that level.
At the thought, Kebayifu gripped the sword at his waist. Though it was no Divine Artifact, the enchanted sword had been passed down through his family for centuries. It was a Semi-Divine Artifact beyond ordinary enchanted weapons, and it complemented his own transcendent abilities so well that together they were worth far more than the sum of their parts.
Gripping the hilt seemed to restore Kebayifu's confidence and courage. A cold smile touched his lips as he looked toward Green again.
But Green had already turned his gaze to Cyrabelle, leaving all the emotion Kebayifu had worked up with nowhere to go.
Cyrabelle ignored the exchange of looks between Green and Kebayifu. She swept a blank gaze over everyone present and said coldly, "You all know the situation. The defense of Stinnard is our last chance. I doubt any of you want to flee back to