The old man watched the crater Aden stood in moments ago before he let out a low sigh and flew back to the remains of the Platinum–tier where the nobles sat.
A flash of disdain passed through his face as he noticed their shivering forms. Some had already fallen unconscious as a result of Aden's words, while others managed to maintain their composures and respect in the eyes of their butlers.
The tip of his staff made contact with the padded ground and a low hum of golden energy expanded outward from it, and strangely enough, it soothed the panic noticeably.
Noting their stabilized breaths but lingering fear, the old man began.
"None of you are to mention what happened here to anyone beyond these walls."
The breaths of the nobles hitched, but none dared voice their refusal.
The old man didn't particularly care about this as he continued.
