In the dimly lit guard room, a warm golden life force shimmered in the air.
The Goblin Crown Prince, lying on a broken wooden table with his face covered in dust, began to slowly open his large eyes, wrapped in green eyelids.
"That bastard Moses, to think he would be so ruthless. If he used any more magical power, I would have been dead on the spot."
With his eyes still half-closed, the Goblin Crown Prince rubbed his aching head and said lightly, "What? We're at the execution site already?"
"If you're referring to the Goblin Shaman who escorted you, he's already dead."
On the other side, surrounded by subordinates, Leo Ray raised his eyebrows slightly and replied.
"Huh?"
Hearing Leo Ray's unexpected voice, the initially groggy Goblin Crown Prince's eyes widened, reflexively jumping up from the broken table.
