Kapitel 264: Echoes From The Past

The chains strained with noises as if they were about to snap at any moment, but they stopped just before breaking. Not because the beastman couldn't break free, but because it seemed like he chose not to. His dark abyssal eyes, set against his white mane, scanned his surroundings, as if surprised to find himself in a new place.

Damian sensed the queen and Vidalia taking out tools that emanated massive mana signatures, but when they saw the beastman stop, they too paused. It must have been some sort of last-resort runic tool. It seemed Vidalia had learned a lesson from all the previous surprises and had prepared tools of her own.

"Elves..?" The deep, gurgling, haunting voice came from the man once known as Kazak.

Then the beastman made terrifying, haunting noises, as if discovering his own vocal organs for the first time.

"What place…?" Turning his head, he saw the giant glowing tree. "Ahh… the elves' nest…"