"We've encountered the Envoy of the Death before," Amtea explained. "It nearly wiped out half the continent."
"Even the Golden Court lost most of its people. In the end, it took hundreds of top mages working together, using a sub-god-tier forbidden spell at the cost of their lives to completely erase the kingdom where the Envoy of the Death resided. Only then did the disaster end."
Owen felt a chill run down his spine.
He never expected Emil to bring such a person in front of him.
How was he supposed to deal with this?
"Mr. Owen, please, I beg you!" Sylvanses fell to his knees in front of him. "Everyone says you can do anything; surely you have a way to save me."
"…" Owen was speechless.
Who started this rumor about him?
He was just thinking of finding an excuse to get Grand Archpriest Emil to take the kid away when suddenly, a strange gray-purple light surged from Sylvanses.
