The pressure of facing someone in the First-Class Advancement was overwhelming, especially for someone without a class of their own. Yet, Damon ignored the suffocating aura pressing down on him and simply smiled at the fairy, Makia.
"Makia. before you kill me - or rather, charge to your death - I just want to ask you a question."
Makia narrowed his eyes at Damon. He couldn't tell if the man was genuinely confident or just bluffing.
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