The hall where they all stood fell silent. Everyone stared at Northern from afar, but none dared approach him. Emotions rippled through the air, etched across their faces.
Doubt. Displeasure. Arrogance. Contempt.
It was all quite understandable—they had reigned as the strongest in the Tharion Citadel. Even when Northern joined, most knew nothing about it because they were scattered across the continent on missions.
It was difficult to accept him, yet even more difficult to displace him. Worse still, the boy didn't seem to care.
Gourdon, however, seemed pretty friendly with Northern already.
Northern had gotten the full story of everything that had happened up until this point. He was currently sharing what he knew about the entire disaster unfolding—who Koll was and what exactly the bastard wanted to do.
With each word he uttered, Thalen's face grew paler.
But at some point, Northern paused, causing Gourdon to ask with a slightly worried expression, "Are you alright, buddy?"
