"A legend?"

Owen was well aware that trouble was brewing. Legends were the only individuals capable of handling the situation, and the absence of any action from Dante suggested the Combat Department boasted three such legends.

"Mr. Shadow, we're in trouble!" he exclaimed toward Shadow, who was deeply immersed in a fierce battle with Pierce.

However, Shadow paid no heed. Pierce's skill was undeniable, nearly surpassing Shadow by a hair's breadth.

Pierce's forceful punch sent Shadow reeling backward. Simultaneously, Eric was locked in combat with Owen.

In this brief skirmish, Owen grasped the extent of Eric's strength. A single punch forced him back more than ten steps, stifling the urge to cough up blood.

"W-Who are you?!" Owen's face turned pale.

With a single punch, it became clear that Owen was no match for Eric.

Looking at Owen, Eric calmly identified himself, "Lieutenant General of the Combat Department, Eric Johnson."

Even Shadow couldn't help but glance over. He had be