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Whenever someone starts something, there would always be people who follow. Two other elders stepped forward to protest.

Facing these confrontations, Sheyan simply waved his hand and said.

"Have it your way, but Dawn City no longer welcomes you. Please return to Rivendell!"

The 3 Elven elders retorted angrily.

"You do not have the authority to decide that!"

Sheyan simply smiled and replied.

"If you want to hear Lady Melody personally order you away, it's not a big problem. Just wait until I'm done with the matters here. "

The other Elven elders stepped forward one after another to help complete the magic formation on Glorfindel's body. In total, 6 Elven elders took part. By the time the formation was completed, Glorfindel could no longer speak. All he could muster were angry howls in his throat. The runes looked like molten gold as they stuck to his body. They were actually seeping into his skin like tattoo ink!