Flyman World, a branch of the Night Red Gauze Cult.
Looking at the pale, unconscious Bikdan, Akedeliz was deeply troubled. Over the past two months, reports had steadily increased of wizards descending upon Flyman World and launching widespread attacks and slaughter against the red flymen. Akedeliz, who was responsible for the Skomoyilo Mountains region, had become the hardest-hit area.
Outside the Hall of Bones, a first-level red flyman ran in.
"Elder Akedeliz, this is the intelligence gathered yesterday."
Taking the beast-hide document, Akedeliz read through it. His expression grew uglier and uglier, his fury mounting until his body began to tremble. He gripped the hide so tightly that veins bulged across his hand.
Bang!
With a vicious slap from Akedeliz, the bone table fell apart. An invisible wave of air swept up around the enraged Akedeliz, and the first-level red flyman who had delivered the intelligence stood as silent as a cicada in winter.
"Those green flymen are the wizards' slaves!"
It had to be said that the sudden arrival of these terrifying wizards had severely obstructed the red flymen's previously steady plan of gradual encroachment, even threatening the very survival of the red flymen.
This time, the green flymen actually intended to wipe out every red flyman!
Realizing he had lost his composure, Akedeliz waved a hand in anger, signaling the first-level red flyman to leave. At that very moment, the unconscious Bikdan woke and softly said, "Father."
"You're awake? Rest a little longer. I have everything here under control. You need to recover properly now, so that you may dedicate your whole life to the Shadow Red Gauze plan in the future!"
Akedeliz comforted Bikdan. With a gentle wave of the knucklebone staff in his other hand, he drew out a wisp of the bloody flame burning atop