Chapter 487: Gloomveil Palace

Dante Easton didn't answer. He shifted his stance, shoulders lowering into a guarded crouch. The newcomer didn't seem to care. Those blood-red eyes swept over Dante, then settled on Rascal Runt. A flicker of surprise crossed his gaze. "A Descendant of Serperno? Interesting… To think someone still keeps an ancient bloodline like that." He paused, amusement curling into his voice. "But this isn't a place you should've come." "Hand over every treasure you're carrying, and I'll let you… die a...