Questioning by the Races

Beyond the Rock Prison, scorching rock breath surged past the sun, steaming upward at a rather rapid pace.

Long trails of smoke rose with the wind, rippling beneath the dim, anxious sun.

Several figures appeared in the Elves' hidden territory at almost the same moment.

Kolun frowned and sent Mei Fu, who had just appeared, back. His face was grim as he looked at the figures before him.

"Why have you all come here?"

"Kolun, where is Lord Xilos?"

One figure descended, carrying an unquestionable, dismissive authority. The moment he spoke, Kolun felt as though the blood throughout his body were about to freeze.

The man's mane drifted in the wind, his brows and eyes a pale gray. Specks of light reflected in his pupils. Though he stood over three meters tall, the pressure he brought was as heavy as ten thousand tons. An ordinary person would not even dare look directly into those light-gray eyes.

He was the most respected Clan Leader of the Orc race, and also its sole king: Evan.

Beside him stood several renowned figures from the Dragon race, Dragonman race, and Succubus race, people famous even throughout the Shadow World. Behind them were several more figures whom even Kolun could not identify, yet his instincts alone told him they were extraordinarily dangerous.

Taking a deep breath, Kolun spoke calmly.

"What do you mean by coming here?"

His expression was grave, yet he did not lose his composure. Even when facing more than a dozen figures capable of turning the entire Shadow World upside down, he remained expressionless, as if he were merely facing ordinary people.

"I don't have time to waste words with you."

"Call Xilos out."

A figure stepped in front of Evan. The instant he spoke, both Evan's and Kolun's expressions changed.

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