Even without seeing him, Damon already knew who it was.
Three armored men stood behind Alzara, each one emanating a powerful aura, their armor glinting gold under the mana lamp light. But it was the man in front, the one with gray hair like bleached ash and eyes that seemed to hold infinite wisdom, who was the main character.
The one and only Emperor of the Great Western Desert Empire.
"So," the Emperor laughed. "This is the bloodsucker who dragged my daughter out of the jaws of death. You don't look like much, but appearances deceive, don't they? And brat, why are you running away? I might be part of the light faction but I am not blind enough to fight every bloodsucker who comes my way."
Damon did not really care for his words. Words meant nothing. Even though he still had a searing pain when he tried to use Blood Gate, it was not that much now. He was easily able to stomach it and finish the skill. The portal opened up as well.
