"Brother, you're giving me a very dangerous feeling.”
"But I haven't wasted my time all these years. Haha, my believers respect me as the God of Thunder and Storm.”
"Come, come, come. It's been a long time since we last met. Let's go out and fight first. Let me see how powerful you are now.”
When he felt the extreme danger from Garen, the warlike Wallibell was rather impatient. He rubbed his bear paws and said eagerly.
If it was under normal circumstances, Garen would be more than happy to spar with Wallibell.
However, the current situation was not suitable.
"Brother, Ainivia is dead, do you know?”
Garen said straightforwardly.
Upon hearing this, Orne and Wolibel's faces instantly darkened. Lightning storms began to form around Wolibel. Dark clouds covered the sky, and thunder rumbled.
"Garen, what's going on?"
Orne had always been calm. He suppressed the restlessness in his heart and asked in a deep voice.
