There was smoke and ice foam from Panor's stomach. The smoke spread out as he had just burped. But he was being burned by the fire of anger. "Prince Dahl wants to kill the princess?" his rage. The Centraxus projection in front of his face disappeared as it exploded. "Does he think he can sustain the planet? Does he want to kill the entire population?"
From Panor's stomach came a roar like a pit of hell rumbling. The shadow of the tail on his body was increasingly visible, although it didn't look solid at all.
"All those nobles are greedy! When the war happened they were busy slaughtering and fighting. They don't know the land they are using holds a great deal of life energy in Centraxus, which keeps this land standing!"
"Whatever it is, we must focus on what is happening right now," suggested Uttry. She looked disappointed that she could no longer see the Centaxus projection in front of her eyes. "We must know that the princess is not fully alive."
