BUZZ!
Another beam of Teleportation light flashed. A middle-aged man in a tailcoat gracefully stepped out. His pale face was so handsome it bordered on the unearthly. He held a glass of crimson wine, a charming smile playing on his lips, but there was no warmth in his Ruby-like eyes. This was the Vampire Prince of the Crimson Bloodline.
Immediately after, several more lights flickered. There were human Kings clad in Heavy Armor with imposing auras; wild Tribal Chiefs riding Magical Beasts; and even an Elf Elder in a green robe who had been secluded from the world for years.
These top figures of the Continent, rarely seen on ordinary days, now appeared in the plaza one after another as if attending a bustling market. Not a single one of them was weak. Each person who emerged represented a massive faction, holding the power of life and death over countless beings.
Except for Raylo.
