"Grigori, what is the meaning of this!" One of the masked individuals clad in the opulent red armor hollered, stomping his way over to them.
Well, to be frank, he approached Grigori, while Hade, he walked past as if he were nothing but air.
For clarity's sake, this irritated Hade a little.
Haughty, mightier-than-thou behavior was usually typical of high-ranked practitioners, especially Sage classes and Supreme classes, when they dealt with those beneath their stations… but it made absolutely no sense in this situation, as Hade was as sure as night follows day, that the man before him, was anything but special.
In fact, judging by the total lack of auras and the way his danger sense had stayed taciturn the whole duration he had been here, none of them were!
'So much for my dream to fight my way through the illustrious ranks of a shadow organization...'