Darian stared at the hundreds of cold gazes fixed on him. His mind was completely calm, but an intense fury burned in his chest.
Ever since the day he became a Spiritual Guardian, Darian had dealt with traitors everywhere. Wherever there was great power and conflict, there were always people trying to take everything for themselves, without caring about honor or dignity.
Because of that, Darian had instinctively felt from the start that things inside the Nether Spirit Race wouldn't be any different.
He was sure he had done everything perfectly and that there was no way to be discovered. So how did they find him? The only possible answer was that they had been informed he would arrive.
"Hehehe... human, you really came."
A dry, mocking voice echoed from deep within the cave.
"Activate it!"
He roared, and all the runes around Darian pulsed. A spatial power covered him along with a bright light.
