As they caught up to Lein, Laras leaned in close and whispered something to him. Her voice was nearly drowned out by the low hum of the grand hall.
"Brother Lein… I have a bad feeling about this," she said softly, like a shadow speaking through breath.
Lein didn't stop walking. He simply glanced at her and replied in a quiet, steady voice filled with certainty.
"No need to worry. I'm here," Lein said firmly.
There was no trace of jest in his voice. With Dragnar residing within him, Lein felt an unwavering sense of security. He had already scanned the area upon entering the building and had only sensed a few King-tier auras—none stronger than mid-tier Level 3 Kings. Nothing that could threaten him.
Besides, the spatial ring on his finger held hundreds of life-saving artifacts—hidden trump cards he could activate the moment things went south. Even if he were to face a high-level King, he was confident he could escape without sustaining serious injuries.
