Quiet!
Silent!
So silent that it was somewhat disconcerting.
Before the long conference table in the Mimic World.
A good dozen high-level members of the Blood Race, each distinct in form and aura, turned their gaze upon the figure who had recklessly intruded.
One must know that this was a Mimic World fashioned from the core network of the Blood Race Castle, somewhat similar yet distinct from the dream worlds created by Dream Makers.
Regardless, it was not something other Transcendents could simply barge into.
Even more so, the intruder was a Transcendent of the Human Tribe.
What was of greater importance was that they were discussing an extremely sensitive matter.
It was a meeting to heed the instruction of Wendell Francis, the Dark Sun Saint Child, conveying the directive of the great Dark Sun God.
The presence of a human barging in like this left them momentarily dumbfounded.
Was this a new item added by His Excellency Wendell Francis, the Saint Child?
