"Crack."
Kallen broke off a piece of dark ice and put it in his cup, then held one hand palm-down above its rim.
A mass of black flames carrying a light aura emerged and swirled gently inside the cup.
Soon, the dark ice melted into a mixture of ice and water. Its originally intense stimulation of the soul was neutralized by light power, forming an extremely delicate balance. One sip brought a pleasure of body and mind that words could not describe.
Unfortunately, he had no way to transport this dark ice, and producing it outside would be very expensive.
Holding his cup, Kallen kept his eyes on the images displayed before him.
Rilielsa had detonated herself so suddenly that Lord Dar had left just as abruptly. He had had no time to tidy up his lair, and even the puppet he had sent out to investigate was still broadcasting the situation there.
When he saw Rilielsa charge through the gate and lunge straight at Lord Dar, Kallen could not help smiling.
He knew it was unkind to smile at a time like this, but he could not help himself.
He had warned Lord Dar, more than once, but the other man had never listened and had insisted on using his face.
He could hardly go further and explain to Lord Dar why his face could not be used, so he could only let him go.
In the images, Lord Dar looked utterly stunned. He had no idea why Rilielsa hated him so intensely. Ultimately, he had only transported a seal.
Although that did count as an offense against Rilielsa, it was hardly an irreconcilable grudge!
What Lord Dar did not know was that when Kallen had brought his team to the Pool of Sorrow earlier, the sleeping Rilielsa had