He entered a plain, but aesthetic room belonging to a Grand Elder, a Supreme-rank powerhouse overseeing all activities in this second region of chaosverse.
However, when he entered, his lips couldn't help but twitch while a flare of anger appeared in his eyes.
'Why is this bitch here?'
Lilisa was already there, talking with the Grand Elder Madelin, a woman in her forties with a busty figure covered in a long-sleeved robe.
"You're here? I was waiting for you," Lilisa chuckled, albeit it appeared deviously.
"What's the matter, Sid?" Grand Elder Medellin raised her eyebrows as she gestured him to come.
Sid bowed.
"My disciple was killed and I wanted his soul back," Sid respectfully said. "Please help me get his soul back."
"That is not possible, Sid."
Grand Elder Medellin calmly said.
"But why?" Sid's voice cracked. "He is a talented man. His future is bright."
