Kahn now stood in front of these godly figures who could simply wipe out everything in 10 to 15 kilometers area on a whim. Just from the aura alone.. The weakest one of these uninvited guests was a 2nd stage saint while the strongest ones were at the 3rd stage.
Kahn felt a sense of impending doom as the mighty figures suddenly showed up at his front door, completely unannounced.
There was no grand welcome ceremony or thousands of soldiers escorting these powerhouses. As if these weren't saint rank people, one of the top figures in the entire empire but a ragtag bunch of tourists who came to his place by mistake.
"How can I be of help, Sir?" asked Kahn as he slightly bowed.
There were 8 Saints now gathered in front of him consisting of an Elf, Dwarf, Wolfkin, Lionkin, Thrall, Botir, Mithrans & one female Human. All of them dressed like Marques, Dukes & Dutchess amongst nobles.