"Welcome to the starting point of the new world, Vice Count Xi'en Beizitu."
When such a chuckle arose, several shadowy figures slowly emerged from in front of the temple.
Among these figures, four were the black-clad members of the Old Demon Clan Faction that Shane had previously faced.
They stood like guards, forming a protective square around a person in the center and silently followed as the figure moved.
The one they were guarding was also dressed in a black robe, but had already taken down the hood—another Demon Clan member.
This member appeared similar in age to Shane with a sickly pale complexion, like a delicate noble's son, and bore a gentle and scholarly smile on his face.
Seeing this refined and educated Demon, Oz and Mafi exchanged puzzled looks.
Shane, too, narrowed his eyes with an inevitable hint of surprise.
"Are you the leader?"
Shane cut to the chase with a questioning tone.
It was an inevitable suspicion.
