Prescott sneered. "Now, get on your knees before me, or I'll take your head and let Dragonfang learn who the true master of Abyss City is."

Petra, Juno, and Knox could no longer take it. However, before they could make a move, Andrew raised his hand and stopped them.

He laughed and said, "Don't get worked up. After all, Prince Prescott is absolutely right. He's indeed the master of Abyss City, but only until this very moment."

Andrew's words caught Prescott off guard. He thought Andrew was acting far too defiant, almost rebellious.

Did Andrew truly believe he would not dare to touch him?

Suddenly, the greatsword in Andrew's hand trembled violently. Then, Godslayer, rarely fully drawn by Andrew, was completely unsheathed. Dark crimson energy swirled around it like a tornado.

Prescott's expression changed drastically. "You…"

Andrew's first strike did not go toward Prescott. Instead, it cut toward Garal, who was not far away.

Garal roared and raised his battle axe to block. The r