"There is no pleasure to be found here," Elandor replied coldly and arrogantly, not even giving Volud a good look. It was clear he no longer put his peer in his eyes, something which made Volud's face darken slightly, but he suppressed it and maintained his elegance.
"Well, seeing you come out like this, it's as if you plan to declare a Faction War against my Underworld Magisters, but that's impossible, right?" Volud laughed with mockery.
"Nothing is impossible in this world, for we are here precisely to declare war. You have 1 hour to prepare your forces for our attack," Elandor stated coldly.
Volud's laughter cut off as he looked with a hint of surprise and confusion. He glanced at Elandor for a while to see if his former rival had gone mad and realized he was serious.
