"Oh lord! Look at that beautiful woman!"
"Forget the woman, where's that bald man who slew the Alpha Wyvern? He was so cool!"
"Yes, I don't see the fallen Wyverns either. Did they established contracts with them already?"
Unbeknownst to them, Igaris had already dismissed Malthius for safety reasons. Letting others see him control an undead might bring trouble in Freedom Force, especially his contact with Drago's group.
"If you're all here just to spout nonsense, then it'd be better if you left," Igaris said coldly to the five Summoners.
His striking appearance, paired with a goddess-like companion, stirred envy among them. But after witnessing his overwhelming battle prowess, they knew they weren't even close to his level—much less hers.
Silenced by his tone, the group exchanged brief glances before nodding among themselves, as if they had reached a consensus.
One of them stepped forward. He was a slender man in fitted armor. He bowed and spoke respectfully:
