This guest is not invited.
"My lord, what are your orders?" The monarch's voice resounded behind Dalvine's small body.
"Hmm, apart from the White Wyvern and the black lizard that stings his teenage crisis, kills all the others who refuse to go to the battlefield, and assure u to stealthily locate this primordial being who created this planet. I want to meet him when I get back." Dalvine ordered briefly while walking towards Balzak with a peaceful smile.
The arrogance and disdain that emanated from their pupils were now replaced by a fear that gnawed at their souls afterward every second that passed. Some idiots thought they had missed the chance to kill Dalvine before he invoked The Monarch, but others, like Narak himself, were somehow relieved not to have attacked a being who is able to subdue a beast of such a rank. But even though he had many questions in his head, he knew it was not the time to ask.