Solo Leveling Antares Novels & Stories

“I…I’m here. There’s not much I can do.” Juniper’s mouth turns down in a desperate frown and Anton locks his knees to avoid running to her. And he just waits. “Fine,” she snaps, livid, turning back towards the piano. “Then just…turn around. And pretend you’re not here.” “As you wish, highness,” Anton murmurs. It’s a lie, though. Because he has no real intention of turning away. He’s not…entirely sure he can. Anton just sits on the roof and watches for a moment as Juniper lifts her hands to the keys, drifting her fingertips over them. Then he turns his head to the side, looking out over the wasteland of the Underworld, observing it with interest from these heights.

Antovan and Gustav knew they were brought to Arcadia by Gunter because of the man before them. They grinned viciously and their eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty glow. When they exuded their murderous aura, the air in the living hall froze. Niko’s other men felt so pressured that they dared not make a noise, let alone move. Sonny pointed at Antovan and said, “Antovan the White Python. A genius in martial arts, a master of jiu-jitsu, Muay Thai, and karate. His combat capabilities are unrivaled in Zion Mercenaries.