The Royal Court Garden immediately fell into chaos. Some were releasing magic haphazardly into the sky, while others took out space scrolls and fled at once.
Upon noticing the unusual meteor, Artor abruptly stood up.
Albert raised his eyebrows slightly, but Artor had already dashed to the railing of the terrace with a single step.
Seeing that Artor was about to charge against the wind, a hand gently rested on his shoulder.
Artor turned back suddenly, his eyes already transformed into dragon-like vertical pupils, "Albert!"
The smile on Albert's face abruptly disappeared. He scrutinized his brother, who was half a head taller, with a blank expression.
Ellie Miller couldn't help but stand up and speak out, "Albert, saving lives is urgent!"
But he calmly said, "Artor, have you ever reflected on why the Sacredragon was destroyed?"
Albert did not need his brother to answer, "Do you think the Emperor never signed that so-called 'Alliance Contract'?"
