"Do you think we care if you surrender or not?" A cold, domineering voice came from the room. "You should be glad we haven't already destroyed your entire race."
When the Necoris heard this, a shiver ran down his spine, and beads of sweat dripped from the corners of his eyes.
This was when he truly realized how frightening the power behind the Celestial Heavenly Store was. Compared to their might, the Necoris were nothing more than ants.
His decision to come to the human kingdom was a critical one for his clan. Like the human race, the Necoris had clans divided into many factions.
To humans, all Necoris might look alike, but to themselves, they were vastly different. Most notably, they were distinguished by the purity of their bloodlines and the lineage they belonged to.
With the destruction of the most powerful clans in their imperial capital, his clan—with its deep inheritance—had seized the opportunity to take control of the entire Necoris race.
