"This is only the occasional checkups that we allow you! However, our leader has no wish to reduce his demands. You either pay up or watch your people die!" A man who had his face covered with a red cloth, and had a baggy red and black robe on, announced.
His voice sounded a bit cracked, and the upper portion of his face from his nose up had lines of stress that Noah could notice even from his position on the roof.
The individuals whose words Noah had no interest in, had power within the peak of the middle stage, and the five others that came with him with the twelve hostages had similar levels.
He had to be honest that he felt quite surprised by their power. Each one of them had an orange core that looked on the verge of bursting into the yellow stage. And although it wasn't exactly spectacular, in a place with such low levels, they were practically gods.
