The speaker used the common language, understood by everyone.
Finn and the others' expressions changed abruptly, and their arcanergy surged, ready to spring into action if things turned south.
Owen, with a calm demeanor, pushed the seahorse race leader aside and unshackled himself, slowly walking towards the tent.
Relieved, the seahorse race leader stumbled forward, falling to his knees: "Lord Godwin, I was coerced, all by these despicable humans."
As Owen entered, he finally saw the imposing figure of Lord Godwin seated at the head of the tent.
Towering at over two meters tall, his presence was like a small mountain.
Godwin's skin was a unique shade of blue: deep, mysterious, and filled with magical energy.
His skin was covered in wave-like patterns that seemed to pulsate as if mirroring the ever-moving waves of the sea.
