Lin Jin spread his arms, calling the other vessels over to his side.
The bewildered little ones gathered around Lin Jin and looked up together at their predecessor on the raised platform.
"It's all right. We'll help, so please don't be afraid."
Lin Jin's tone was calm, like a teacher guiding a troubled child, like a friend.
But within this tiny space, the situation had already veered wildly toward something utterly unpredictable.
The Pure Vessel was not pure. The King's plan had been doomed from the start, and worst of all, they now knew it.
Not just the attendants and guards-even the Five Great Knight and the Dreamers had harbored suspicions to varying degrees. But none of them could ever have imagined witnessing this disgrace firsthand.
Anyone could understand what had happened, so no one dared speak, no one dared make a sound. They could only watch in silence.
Then something changed.
The Wyrm spread his Monarch Wings, but unlike in the game, he floated straight up from his seat into the air.
His eyes were no longer angry or irritated. In fact, he wore no expression at all, maintaining only a terrifying calm.
At the same time, Lin Jin felt a crushing pressure bear down on his mind from where he stood below. He was unmistakably its target.
Unlike a hastily produced being like himself, this was a genuine Higher Being.
An existence who could shake mountains and earth with a mere gesture, who had lived for untold ages. The pressure of the soul power brimming within him, far beyond anything Lin Jin could compare to, came pouring down all at once.
It seemed he had only one sentence left to say. If it failed to satisfy the King, he might well die on the spot.
Lin Jin quickly