Four figures emerged from behind the gateway structure.
Darian Scott. The Spirit Soul Rank 1 cultivator who had been expelled from the dragon's throne room. His expression was cold, the disappointment of rejection hardened into something sharper.
Beside him walked the high elf, Peak Mana Heart Rank 9. And behind them, twins. Two identical men with sharp features and cropped dark hair. Both at Peak Mana Heart Rank 9. Their mana signatures were distinct.
Kael looked at the four of them. His expression was indifferent.
"What the fuck is this, man?"
Darian stepped forward. "Hey, Kael. That's your name, right?"
Kael's eyes narrowed. "Do you intend to fight or what?"
Darian's lips curved into a smug smile. "You mistake my intentions. We haven't come here to fight you. Not at all."
Kael scoffed. "Well, if it was, it would have been an execution."
