"Should I interpret your actions as... you attempting to provoke me?"
Kael stepped into the trading house, his foot landing on the Shadow Realm path that extended into the lobby. The pervasive realm aura that seeped from the fissures of the Shadow Realm entwined around his white boots like ink.
"A follower of Max (Thief God/Shadow King), not hiding in the dark corners guarding against others stealing your wealth, how dare you lift your head and speak to me."
Kael walked over nonchalantly, stepping right onto the boot that Sister Astate had just been biting.
"Ah…" The infiltrator released their grip on the little fish's hair.
Or rather, he had no choice but to let go.
The Magic Silk Threads that had unknowingly spread throughout the entire lobby connected the ceiling and floor, entwining anyone who dared to step inside as if woven into a web.
At the end of the web was the master and weaver of all the Magic Silk Threads.
