Soon, Petyr, dressed in red robes and accompanied by another man, entered the great hall of Abyss City's lord's mansion.

"Mr. Lloyd, we're Petyr Gillen and Fineas Dubois. It's an honor to meet you!"

The two former rulers of the City of Hope knelt respectfully.

Andrew raised his hand in acknowledgment. "Please rise, both of you."

Petyr stood up and finally dared to lift his head and look. Seeing Andrew seated in the main position, his expression became extremely complex.

This man's first stop when entering the Outlands had been his City of Hope. Back then, Andrew had been far from powerful, and as a newcomer, he had not even registered in Petyr's eyes. Yet, it had only been a short time, and Andrew had become one of the dominant powers of the Wastelands.

The restrained martial aura emanating from him was something Petyr could not read or measure. He had no idea how strong Andrew truly was, but he was certain that compared to him now, he himself was nothing more than an ant, com