A Man Like None Other

Before long, Jared’s attention locked onto one individual in the group. A man clad entirely in white sat at the center, his sharp features accentuated by two horns on his head. The other beast race cultivators kept their distance, clearly wary of him.

“Who’s the guy with the horns?” Jared asked, pointing toward the man in the middle.

“That’s Claude Barretta,” Ezio whispered. “He likes to claim he’s a descendant of the Draconians, but he’s just a python. He’s strong, though, so nobody messes with him.”

“Descendant of the Draconians?” Jared asked, scrutinizing Claude.

The horns did resemble those of a dragon. If a sea serpent grew horns, it could transform into a true dragon. Perhaps this Claude wasn’t bluffing after all.

“How did he end up here?” Jared pressed.

know,” Ezio admitted. “Some people weren’t brought here against their will. All I know is, every time we’re let out, he and

he owns the place? This is a prison, not his territory. What gives him the right to stop others?” Jared scoffed, a cold

is, or the extent of his

Their brief tug-of-war caught Claude’s attention. He lifted his head, his piercing gaze locking onto Jared’s.

stood, sensing the tension. Claude made a subtle gesture,

let go of Jared and retreated a safe distance. Self-preservation was his

cultivators surrounding Jared were all of Ultimate Realm Level One or Two. Jared scanned them with a

of them, a man with snake-like eyes, hissed

go wherever I please. What

tone sharp with defiance. “And by the way, you’re locked up just like the rest of us. What’s there

None of them had expected