Drumil stood quietly upon the earth, his presence blending with the aura of the World Tree.
Suddenly, the air before him rippled. One halo after another emerged, like gateways torn open from the void.
A faint glow flickered within the halos, each radiating a different aura. Some were chilling as glacial frost, some burned with the heat of flames, while others carried the damp scent of soil.
Ang exchanged glances with the others, a hint of gravity appearing in his eyes.
He had thought only a handful of passages would appear. He had not expected halos to keep emerging at such an astonishing rate.
"So... so many?" Ang could not help asking softly.
"This is only the beginning." Drumil remained calm, as though discussing something ordinary. "Didn't you say that all races were to come down? Then paths must be opened for them."
Hearing this, Ang's heart tightened slightly.
Originally, he had only wanted the intelligent races to submit to him. That would increase his strength without causing chaos.
But now, looking at these hundreds of halos, he realized that his earlier order had been far too absolute.
If every race truly migrated down, it would far exceed his expectations.
Yet his words had already been spoken. If he changed his mind now, it would undoubtedly make him seem lacking in authority.
He fell silent for a moment, his expression remaining calm as he revealed none of his thoughts.
Quintina, standing nearby, saw through him at once and could not help covering her mouth as she giggled.
She knew exactly what Ang was thinking, but she also knew he would never take back his order in front of everyone.
Sensing her gaze, Ang glanced at her, looking slightly helpless.
Quintina could only turn her gaze away as if nothing had