Bab 1345: Green and Blue

Ellaura and the Patriarch stood on a balcony high on the Clan Estate's walls. They looked down to see everyone off, their expressions quite serious. 

If it was up to the Patriarch, he might have participated. But the reason he couldn't was because his Bloodline was far too close to Empana's. When the time came, this may ruin things on the other end. As a result of this, each of the Fifth Plane's strongest existences would only send forward who they most wanted to take the Birth Right for themselves while the remaining individuals would only be of the supporting cast. 

Empana shot a glance toward his father but didn't say anything to him. 

"General Jorlumin."

"Yes, Young Master!"

A strong, powerful man standing at almost three meters tall stepped forward. His steps alone seemed to cause the ground he walked upon to crackle and creak, his armor trembling and clanging as he walked.