Pranay was trapped in a heavy straightjacket, his eyes no longer filled with the calm intent to kill as before.
The reunion with two of his demon-race brethren was a rare pleasure in the hundred years, but unfortunately, it happened at the worst possible time.
The airflow in Pranay's special cell gradually returned to calm, the distorted light mist caused by the collision of eight-order demon power also returned to normal, and the frost-coated walls and the temple-like anti-magic steel columns fell silent once again.
"You two either run now, let the new king lead you to escape the Protoss Empire blockade at the fastest speed and face new challenges on the South Continent, or continue to stay in this underground prison sheltered by the ninth-order barrier, hiding here is actually a way to live."
Pranay looked at Sinola and Antanas, speaking at an even pace.