The man in the black mask surrounded by black mana and wind. His words started to cause chaos.

�You bastard!�

Someone shot out through the fire on the tenth floor and rushed toward Cale at that moment.
This mage had a shield cast with one hand and appeared without any damage or soot covering him.

Becrock.

The White Star�s subordinate.

He was glaring at Cale.
Cale looked at him and waved his hand in a friendly way.

�You recognized me right away. Long time no see, Becrock. Your one hand seems a bit empty?�

�Ha, haha!�

Becrock started to laugh.
He then soon stopped laughing.

�It looks like the black Dragon came with you.�

His eyes were cold as he looked at the black mana.
Cale did not respond to Becrock and shrugged his shoulders.

�There�s no need for me to answer you, right?�

Becrock did not show any response to Cale�s cheeky retort. He started to smile instead. He caressed his stump with his other hand as he started to speak.

�Good.�

Becrock�s one hand started to move after he said that.
He then shouted.

�It is war! Proceed according to the plan!�

Baaaaang!

The eighth floor.
A window on a floor that had not exploded suddenly broke.

Becrock had broken it.
Maybe it was because of the explosion or because of Becrock�s voice, but the troops quickly surrounded the tower and Cale.

�I will slash your wrist and that black Dragon�s damn mouth.�

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