King Istalian spat out the drink he had been sipping as he stared at the guard kneeling across from him in disbelief.
"What did you say?"
He blinked, once, twice, and then massaged his temples. The shadow lurking in the darkness emerged from behind him and let out an excited snarl.
"Go, go! The kids must have found the divine essence with the help of the map! Hurry!"
Istalian snorted, but after tossing the cup in his hand aside, he vanished from the luxurious hall, heading straight toward the realm gate.
Just like Istalian, the strongest individuals in the West Continent received the news from their people stationed at the realm gate. They immediately left their kingdoms to proudly welcome the youngsters.
