"Please, Esteemed High Elf. This is the best graveyard under my control. It will definitely give us safe passage to the immortal legacy world."
The Earl stood in front of a luxurious ship that seemed to be 70% shimmering glass and 30% silver. It looked nothing like the graveyards primed for battle and looked more like a yacht made to travel the skies. Dyon didn't believe that this graveyard could take even a single hit from a void beast. So, to call it by such a name was nothing less than an insult to the countless warriors putting their lives on the line to repel the void surge.
However, considering who this Earl was as a person, how could he have the presence of mind to care for the thoughts of those conscripted to put their lives on the line?
