The onlookers watched the golden-haired old man, the very source of the suffocating pressure. Most among them had no idea who he was, but a rare few—those not from the Bestial Town but from higher-tier cities—recognized him immediately. Whispers of legends surrounded this golden-haired elder.
This man was more than just a figure of power—he was the pillar of the Ignis Clan. His mere existence was the reason the clan still commanded respect in the vast Soran Empire. He was known as the Raging Emperor.
Rumors spoke of his fierce love for one particular grandson—an affection so overwhelming that he pampered and protected him beyond reason. That grandson was none other than Leo Ignis.
Anyone with knowledge of the Ignis Clan understood this truth. No one dared to lay a finger on Leo, let alone harm him. But Drake was not one of them. And even if he had known, it wouldn't have changed a thing. He would have still cleaved Leo's head without a shred of hesitation.
