"What happened?"
As the crimson light gathered, Charlotte's figure reappeared.
As soon as she appeared, she saw the chaotic and noisy gathering of the third-generation Bloodlines.
"Lady Lilith!"
"Your Majesty True Ancestor!"
Seeing Charlotte, the Bloodlines, who seemed to have found their backbone, all looked up eagerly, their anxious and worried expressions quickly displaced by joy.
"Savior."
The second-generation Bloodline leader Badak bowed and said solemnly:
"Lord Haral... has fallen into a coma."
"Haral is in a coma?"
Charlotte's expression slightly changed.
Almost instinctively, she stepped forward, then saw Haral lying on a large rock.
This leader, who not long ago was leading numerous Bloodlines in operating the defensive Divine Artifact of the Alliance, had his eyes closed, his face ashen, his aura unstable, and golden patterns were faintly flowing across the surface of his skin.
Moreover, his body emitted a scent inexplicably familiar to Charlotte.
