Just then, a heart-wrenching voice rang out, filled with fierce hatred and rage that seemed to burn the very air.
"DAMN BASTARDS! LET MY DAUGHTER GO OR I'LL TEAR YOU TO PIECES!"
The loud cry echoed throughout the chamber.
Kael, however, did not lose his focus on the refinement. Even so, the process became unstable, teetering on the brink of failure. One more oscillation and everything accumulated so far could collapse in an instant.
Frowning, without taking his eyes off the floating liquid that boiled like a contained firmament, he spoke in a firm voice:
"Take care of them."
Michel snorted, a hint of amusement in his tone. "Who do you take me for? Those two are also in rank 7."
Kael glanced at him sideways, assessing the situation. His gaze fell first on Aiden, whose face was distorted with hatred, and then on Natalia, whose condition was obvious. Then, in a calm voice, he said:
"Don't worry. That woman is seriously injured. You know what to do there."
