Chapitre 217: The Shadow Empire

Three days later.

Within the underground caves, more than ten Amonros were huddled together. They were chewing on the flesh mushroom within the Camphoragate Tree's underground passage. Suddenly, the figure of a sorcerer descended from mid-air.

Some of the Amonros were startled. They turned around to look at the sorcerer.

A loose dark robe that flowed in the wind; a hair of long, blonde-hair; under the spiral pale gray mask was a pair of absolutely calm, intelligent-looking eyes. Perched on his shoulder was a red-green colored fat Myna. The ring of light on top of his magic staff was shining in an utterly mysterious hue of color. A faint five-colored light streaked across the air to create a ripple.

"Hehe, a great sorcerer has arrived. What might your orders be?"

An Amonro had reached to the level of soul exchange. It saw Grimm, who was slowly descending upon them and quickly bowed humbly while asking in a gentle manner.