CHAPTER 165
A silent storm inside the hall was silently brewing. Each race leader and their companies were tense on their throne seats. As the midnight bell tolled, the doors closed.
Ezekiel turned around and went to his seat next to Bryar, the Gargoyle king. Unlike before, Bryar had no men standing behind him now. He stared at Ezekiel, noticing something different in him. There was a shift in his aura. His eyes narrowed at the Wolf Majesty. Thinking that he seemed to be glowing, not from fury, but something else.
"Something's changed." He couldn't help but voice out what he noticed. Bryar propped his chin on his knuckles, directly facing Zek. "Hmm." There was a hint of a smile on his lips. "Congratulations, Wolf Majesty." He hadn't said it aloud. Just for Zek to hear. But it wasn't his fault that most of the races had supersenses.
Zek nodded at him and sat down on his own seat.
