Among the Titled crew, there was one figure who stood out.
He stood leaning against a pillar behind the group with his hands inside his jacket, not moving. His detached calm was telling and instantly caught the attention of the two so-called Enforcers.
'Interesting...'
The others immediately formed a loose defensive line ahead of him, planning to face off against the intruders. One of the D Ranks stepped forward, and his arms rapidly transformed into thick slabs of stone.
"So you're the Association's dogs?"
Another drew twin curved blades coated in green mana.
One woman ignited both fists with orange flames. A muscular man slammed both palms together as metal plates erupted from the concrete floor, wrapping around his body like armour. And the last of the D Ranks possessed elongated claws.
The four C Ranks clearly stood above the others.
