Former Council of Elders' Chief Elder, William!
Great Patriarch of the Fallen Angel clan, Aqualis!
Two master-tier mages!
As the oppressive aura grew increasingly terrifying, Owen and Leslie exchanged glances at the banquet before soaring into the sky together.
In a matter of seconds, they had flown above the Duke's mansion.
From a distance, they watched as two figures flew in from the horizon, seemingly enveloped in the deep night, arriving together.
The growing pressure, like layered waves, assaulted from afar, as if bending the very heavens.
Owen squinted his eyes, his gaze filled with a crimson killing intent that wrapped around him like armor, dispelling the incoming pressure. His eyes, like spears, pierced through the void, clearly seeing the figures of the two men.
On the left was an elder with withered yellow hair, dressed in a bright red robe.
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