After the three subordinates withdrew, only the purple-haired, black-robed man remained seated in the courtyard. He gently stroked the fur of the strange beast in his arms, and the creature blissfully narrowed its eyes.
"Be afraid. The more afraid, the better," the purple-haired, black-robed man murmured. "Either perish in terror, or become a member of the Ancient Sage Cult. Being qualified to worship the great Holy Lord is your good fortune."
He had never regarded the Lord of the Golden Wing Kingdom as worthy of his attention.
The power their side possessed now far surpassed that of the Lord of the Golden Wing Kingdom. If they truly wished to devour the Golden Wing Kingdom, there would not be a single living thing left in the entire Golden Wing Kingdom by now...