Elion didn't immediately respond to Zenovia's furious question.
His eyes swept across the three opposing figures instead, taking them in, as if measuring and analysing the pressure rolling off them.
All three had different builds and different auras, but they had the common trait of giving off that dangerous vibe.
The first was a buff swordsman, ordinary at first glance, holding a broad longsword and a shield that was nearly half his body in both length and width.
His body was clad in full plate armour that shone a brilliant gold, something that caught Elion slightly off guard.
The guy had a stern expression on his face, dark tousled hair, and a rough stubble that gave him a hardened look.
Among the three, he was definitely the most plain. Because the other two were not so much. They looked younger than Elion himself, by a couple of years at least.
Definitely much younger, maybe they were in their mid-teens.
