At the entrance to a hidden cave amid a desolate, crumbling mountain ridge.
Gelaxie stood at the entrance, holding the Golden Scepter and chanting an obscure, incomprehensible incantation.
Before long, an old man as thin as a rake, clad in battered armor, slowly emerged from the cave.
His low, hoarse voice sounded especially chilling on this desolate planet.
"Who dares attempt to awaken Lord Lamya?"
Gelaxie bowed respectfully. "I am Gelaxie of the Elf Race in the Western Realm. I ask Lord Lamya to help save the Western Realm."
The old man chuckled. "Lord Lamya, save the Western Realm? Have you forgotten how the people of the Western Realm treated him when he was gravely wounded in the last great war?"
Gelaxie hurriedly replied, "That had nothing to do with our Elf Race. We were Lord Lamya's allies then, and we still are. We always will be."
After looking Gelaxie up and down, the old man smiled. "Say what you came to say. I'll decide whether it's worth passing on. If it isn't, you can get lost."
Gelaxie was deeply annoyed, but what could he do? He was the one asking for help, so he could only follow the other party's demands.
He could only respectfully recount the disappearance of the Insect Race and the Dragon Race's rampage through the Western Realm in full.
After a moment of thought, the old man smiled. "The Insect Race? There's actually a race in the Western Realm that dares challenge Domina? Interesting! They disappeared at the border of the Eastern Realm just as they were rising to power, and even Madoc went looking for them? It seems there's more to this than meets the eye."
Gelaxie hurriedly said, "The problem right now isn't the Insect Race. It's the Dragon Race slaughtering people throughout