"That guy's fast!"
"Shit! He's a level 5 Mutant!"
"It's not just him—look at the others with him!"
The adventurers at the front panicked immediately, stumbling back in fear. Sweat gathered on their brows as they desperately thought of how to escape their predicament.
All eyes turned toward the man they had been talking to earlier.
"Boss! These orcs are ridiculously strong—come help us!" a scrawny adventurer yelped, darting to the back of the group, too terrified to step forward.
The stronger ones remained at the front, unsure if they should take their chances against a level 5 Mutant. Their knuckles whitened around their weapons as the air grew tense.
Their confidence shattered further when Akhil slowly lifted his head. His sharp, crimson gaze swept over them, sending a cold shiver down their spines.
But his eyes didn't stay on them long. They locked onto the man at the center.
