The Centaur Lord glanced in awe at the Night Lord and Steel Lord on the opposite side.
The lesser of the two, as he had sensed it, was probably the Steel Lord, judging by his energy of someone just achieving the rank of Palatinates. But the Night Lord was different; the energy radiating from him was very elusive. When it was at its strongest, it would strike fear in him. But when it was at its weakest, he could feel nothing out of it.
"I am Khur Warspear, the most loyal man of the honorable, supreme lord of the Sanctum and the Dark Spirit Palace, His Majesty, the King of the Holy Spirits who illuminates everything." The Centaur Lord almost sang his name out like a poem.
Standing at the side, Sin Dragon Matriarch and the Fairy Empress nearly wanted to bury their faces in their hands, faces blushed.
"My name is Sin Dragon Matriarch."
"Me, the Fairy Empress."