In the throne room, Velix sat with a grim expression, his eyes fixed on the man in the black cloak standing at the foot of the stairs leading to the throne.
"Why have you come back? I thought you had run away," Velix sneered, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
Ever since the man had promised to help him suppress the rebellions, he had vanished without a trace. This infuriated Velix, filling him with deep regret for ever placing his trust in him.
Fortunately, Albert had recently returned from the Desert of Chaos, giving Velix a moment of relief. Without Albert, he might have completely lost hope amidst the escalating turmoil.
"You..." The black-cloaked man clenched his fists at Velix's mocking words, his annoyance and frustration evident.
Yet, he could do nothing to defend himself. The truth was undeniable—it was his failure.
