To make matters worse, according to the arrays surrounding the Parliament of Leaves, the Abomination didn't even exist. The magical formations were still locked on the group of outsiders but were unable to detect the threat of the Soul Projection and defend the Parliament guards.
The black mist was seeping inside the bodies of the soldiers and the representatives on the first row of seats, draining their vitality. The elves were falling onto their knees one after the other, suffering from fits of cough while bleeding black blood from their eyes and ears.
That while the Dragon Lord had yet to move a muscle or cast a single spell.
"Stop! I admit my mistake and apologize for my words." M'Rael said. "I'll tell you what you want. Just let my people go. They are innocent."
"And how do I do that, exactly?" Lith had been trying for a while now to rein the Void in before it triggered a war but to no end.
