Viggo took a swig of liquor and smirked. "Yeah, I wasn't expecting that either—they actually managed to hold you back."

Duncan gave a short nod and explained, "The Flamelord has joined the Ruin Order. He came in person to block me."

"Shit!" Viggo's expression instantly changed. "The Flamelord? Are you kidding me? That arrogant bastard never bowed to anyone. What the hell made him willingly join the Ruin Order?"

The Flamelord was on the same level as Duncan—someone even Viggo couldn't take down. No wonder Duncan hadn't made it in time.

"I don't know the details, and honestly, I don't have the time to care right now. The real shame is I couldn't finish him off—he's gotten even stronger, but he still escaped, injured."

Then, Duncan got to the point. "Where's Felix?"

Viggo pointed at the Ghostgator, but before he could say a word, Duncan lifted his hand. "Don't bother playing games with me. You might come off impulsive and rough, but I know you're sharp as hell. There's no way you k