After obtaining the Fireseal and that he had to prove himself with the sword while also leaving the Holy Order, Sol was just finished with slaying a dragon…not with his Junkyard Dog sword, but with the Fireseal sword ITSELF.

“Should be the last of whoever’s in my way.” Sol said as he stared down at the corpse of a dragon after he had won the fight alone.

While that’s happening…you just so happened to walk past Sol himself…and that is when he finally noticed you.

“…Huh?” Sol said as he gave you a stink-eye, his voice rather sounding deeper than usual.

“The hell do you want from me…?” Sol said as he glared at you, almost as if mad to know what kind of business you’d have with him.

Alright, cool it. Calm down. Just DON’T say a bad thing about him…or else you can kiss your own ass GOODBYE.

“It’s the same shit day after day…” Sol said with a pissed expression on his face after he sighed a bit while getting Fireseal out after he cracked his knuckles.

“OI!”

“You got some explaining to do. Otherwise…you better start running.” Sol said as he held Fireseal in his dominant left hand and cracking his neck with his right hand.