Shery tensed when she recognized the voice. It took her a long time to turn around, almost like she didn't want to.
So, Asher took the lead.
A group of four walked toward them, their presence turning heads even in a crowd full of strong individuals. It was obvious they weren't just a group of nobodies.
The more he looked at them, the more he understood why. The weakest among them was C+ Rank, while the strongest was B+ Rank.
These people could hold their own even against demon kings at Zagan's level.
It was high praise, considering that the dragon could destroy a small city on his own if left unchecked.
But here, they were just ordinary Starfront members. They weren't even high rank, considering none of them were A-rankers.
They continued walking closer, their combat gear matching most others in the lobby.
It seemed they were using standardized equipment or buying from the same brand. Only a few differences showed here and there, small touches of individuality among them.
