"The growth rate of Dark Elves is always faster than their brains," Ilodyer said coldly, "I'm busy now, I have to go."
With that, Ilodyer continued forward.
Although they were far apart, his wrist was suddenly grabbed.
He could feel the coolness of the hand through his skin.
"Let go, Salyd," Ilodyer frowned.
"I missed you," Salyd said softly, "even though much time has passed."
Ilodyer turned around and glared at him, "This is the temple of the God Of Creation. How did you get in here?"
"Are you saying I should wait outside for you?"
The young man chuckled lightly, his skin appearing somewhat pale in the sunlight.
"Silvanoir, we're leaving!"
Ilodyer shouted towards the back of the miniature black dragon.
The mini black dragon flapped its wings like a bat and flew over.
Salyd suddenly turned around and traced a circle in the air.