Chapter 42: Too Loud

The Southern Camp was packed with talent. Brock Sandoe, a Grandmaster under the Onyxle War God, was one of its four top experts. He had every reason to be confident. He spoke blandly, as if stating a fact. "Brock Yale. I'm not trash like Andre Helwick or Dillon Debeaux. If you dare go against Young Master Quiney's wishes, I will kill you." Onyx Scurr's voice shook. "W-Wu… Brock… h-how about we… we just let it go?" He was a businessman. He had never seen anything like this. What happened...