"Why are you lot here in my world?"
Orravyn questioned with a light smile on his face, and the instant the Light Borns saw him—
Their eyes widened in sheer horror.
"L-L-Lord Orravyn."
The Light Born who had been talking to Lord Light before coming here called out loud, stuttering without stop.
The golden light he and the other Light Borns had released—the light that announced their arrival—had already disappeared like it never existed.
For Aurel, it was quite a satisfying sight, seeing these beings frozen stiff in such a manner.
How could he not?
Ever since he first met the Light Borns, no matter who it was—be it the one who made him join the Light Faction, or others who came to collect the yearly offerings—they were all the same.
Arrogant to their cores.
