What he felt about the Dark Elf Slave and the other slaves was something Dilan could hardly describe but it didn't really matter either way.
He would kill Regilav Gaul, and annihilate all his people to take revenge for what they had done to him.
His steps were silent as he walked back out of the dark alley in the settlement of the group that almost had a population of 30,000 and nobody took note of him.
Even when he returned to the brightly lit up main alley where he encountered many somewhat powerful Ascenders, Dilan was never stopped in his tracks even once. There might have been a few people, who looked at him from time to time but most of the attention he received was more for his looks and the confidence his body released subconsciously.
Dilan couldn't be bothered to merge with the crowd and not stand out as someone worth keeping an eye on but that was not necessary, to begin with because he hadn't released a single trace of mana right now.