This time, when Iver returned to Avalon, he did not conceal his identity.
That elegant, dazzling Elven warship began glittering beneath the blazing sun the moment it entered Glass Island's harbor, drawing people to stop and stare. Its massive ruby armor made it look like a moving treasure.
The reporters who had received advance notice were already waiting there, constantly taking pictures of it.
Ordinary people could not help marveling at the sight. Naturally, they had no idea how powerful this warship was, or how effortlessly it had once crushed a demon sea of such immense proportions.
Just by looking at its Elven Style and its noble, magnificent artistic design, you can tell that an extraordinary person must be inside.
The Griffin Legion had already formed ranks nearby.
The arbiters, clad in dazzling Elven silver armor and carrying massive rune greatswords on their backs, stood in formation beside their griffin companions, leaving a broad road between them. Onlookers were required to remain outside it.
With so many high-level authorities gathered here, merely standing in this place is enough for their powerful order to distort the world's rules.
The road between the two lines of arbiters shimmered with a hazy silver-white light.
Although the road was not frozen or covered in frost, white mist like something from a fairyland inexplicably swirled around people's feet.
It was not until a plain "carriage" without a family crest slowly came down the road that the onlookers understood the stature of the distinguished guest—
The carriage did not look large, nor was it particularly lavishly decorated. It even appeared somewhat old-fashioned... But pulling it was a pure-blooded White Feather Griffin.
Moreover, although the carriage bore no family crest, its door displayed two nested silver triangles, one large and one small. In the center of the