In Abyss City's city hall, Andrew sat in the seat of honor, slowly polishing Godslayer. On either side, the members of Dragonfang remained silent, each tending to their own weapons.

Below Andrew stood Cyril, his face dark with anger. His entourage stood behind him, fear evident on their faces, shifting uncomfortably where they stood.

The Ludendorff family delegation had been waiting for half a day now. Yet, Abyss City's people had ignored them the entire time.

Cyril was no ordinary man. He was a martial god, not some small fry. However, this bastard was deliberately ignoring him, which only made Cyril's fury burn hotter.

"Andrew, what the hell is the meaning of this?" he finally snapped, unable to contain himself any longer as he stepped forward, his face livid.

Andrew raised Godslayer and pointed it at Cyril, examining the spotless gleam along its blade before smiling faintly.

"The Ludendorff family doesn't exactly seem like they're asking for favors here. Instead, you're com