The atmosphere in the commanding war room, in the main headquarters of the allied empires, was dead silent and solemn, as most gazes were now fixed on Ronin after his pivotal victory over the Berserker Lord Orkamis.
At this moment, many saints present in the hall were simply quiet with fear, as they did not even dare to breathe loudly after everything they had witnessed this man do.
Based on appearance alone, Ronin looked like a normal human just with a peculiar mask on his face. This was nothing noteworthy because a lot of them belonged to different races and species. Even Jugram was a demonkin in their eyes, the enemy race they were facing on the battlefront.
However... not a single one of them, including Lord Fabian, had anticipated him turning into a ginormous monstrous being that looked like the Grim Reaper from Hell itself.
Whether it was his 500-meter-tall height or the army of the dead souls he commanded... they had no prior information about any of it at all.
