In those theocratic kingdoms occupied by Fabled Creatures that spread beliefs, countless bloody cases can be found.
In front of those half-mad and tyrannical Fabled Creatures, even a king of a nation, if slightly disrespectful, might end up leaving no remains behind.
However, the old man still asked such a question.
There was no choice; the message conveyed from the Astral Realm broadcast was too important to him.
It had nothing to do with Divinity, nothing to do with Authority, a brand new path that could advance further beyond Legendary without being tainted by pollution and madness.
For someone like him, who had been stuck at the extreme limit of Legendary for hundreds of years and was nearing the end of his lifespan, this was a lifeline.
However, the old man's questioning did not induce the aversion or even rage from the mysterious Golden Elf in front of him as he had anticipated.
She just glanced down at the crowd before her.
"You said something like this..."
