The words that resonated throughout the city made it clear. The Lost Primordial was within the city. And in that city, only one man came to mind to the General and his soldiers.
Lioncourt used a sudden burst of psychic blasts that attacked the soldiers who reached for their weapons.
The General could only glare back at Lioncourt. When he heard those words, he immediately tried to grab the nearby gun, but Lioncourt moved to throw the gun away, which caused him to lose his concentration.
"Listen to me! That voice is lying! I am not the Lost Primordial! Ugh. Damn… I do look like it, don't I?" Lioncourt frowned.
The General and the soldiers nodded in agreement.
"But it's not me! I tried to stop the explosion, but the blast to powerful. If the Lost Primordial is here, it's not me. I was just here at the wrong time. But I am not working for this Lost Primordial…"
"That's what a guy working for the Lost Primordial would say!"
