Armanthos descended the blood mountain through the path created from it with a pale and ghastly look on his face. He had predicted a lot of things all through his life including his current position but he never thought of a day when Damon will abandon his people.
But then again, who is he to blame the death mage?
After all the effort put into uniting the world and even giving up the chance of becoming a lone emperor but decided to share power amongst every race present and everyone who he believed deserved to have a say in the matters of the empire yet they all turned on him and secluded him from the rest of the world.
From his people!
"I guess he still refused," Gin asked with a calm smile. By his side are two youths of about the same age.
They were male and female that shouldn't be over eighteen years and all dressed in blue robes just like their master who had his face covered with an Azure Blue Dragon mask.