‘A stick...?’

Arethusa looked astonished as she glanced at the human beside her. The sword sheath he was holding in his hands shone gold before the apparition of a familiar club appeared, scattered, and disappeared. There was a great force that couldn’t be described in words.

At the same time, Park Muyeol swung it. The sword sheath created a long and attributeless sword energy that flew toward Ladon at high speed. Ladon, who was trying to breath out flames, was exposed in a defenseless manner and was hit by the sword energy. Ladon’s shadow could be seen falling through the fog created by a mixture of smoke and clouds.

“I’m surprised that it isn’t a big deal,” Park Muyeol exclaimed, but in reality, he felt different. Ladon only fell slightly. It rose through the fog with great pressure and Park Muyeol started to run away.

Michael followed him. “Teacher!”

“Who is your teacher? This guy!”

Arethusa watched the backs of two people running away with blank eyes. She hadn’t known that this human was associated with Hercules....