Above the dark sky, Darvenno stood out even more than the moon. But compared to the moon, this old man was probably like a dark moon. His entire body was constantly emitting an evil aura, making him seem so sickening that you wouldn’t want to get anywhere near him. Although he was unattractive, all eyes were on him at the moment. Everyone was waiting to hear what Darvenno wanted in exchange for Albert and Farhan’s lives.
In the black sky, Old Darvenno was smirking slyly, completely unfazed by people’s wrathful gaze. On the contrary, this kind of gaze was what he liked. It wasn’t like he enjoyed being hated, but he enjoyed the power he possessed. The superiority that was so clearly visible. With the magical power he had and the hostages in his clutches, he could say with full confidence that he was superior to everyone in this place.