"Hm?"
Boras snorted, and the red glow in his eyes flared. A dark, terrifying undead aura spread out like ripples, coalescing into a giant, illusory figure behind him. It slowly began to suppress Chahil's pervasive Origin Power.
"Legendary Mage Chahil, do I need to teach you the meaning of 'negotiation'?"
"Whoa, are you two about to fight?"
"Legendary Mage Chahil, Vice Chairman Boras hasn't made a decision yet. Please, calm down..."
The other Wizards who saw this felt their Origin Cores tremble. Their gazes were fixed on Boras, and they could all feel the terrifying pressure emanating from him.
'A Demigod?'
'When did that old undying bastard advance to Demigod?'
"Chahil, sit down."
Just then, Anenep stepped resignedly between the two. Blinking his red-dot eyes rapidly, he signaled for the Legendary Mage to not be so aggressive.
"Hmph, I'd like to hear how you plan to 'negotiate'!"
