When these Summoners saw the massive, eerily quiet Insect Race camp in the distance, and the obviously tamed Mother Insect at its center, the color drained from their faces.
Horror, fear, and disbelief… all sorts of emotions swirled in their eyes.
When Ian appeared before them with a detached expression, the pressure emanating from the level of their very souls nearly suffocated them.
They had already heard from Izera about the terror of this Otherworld powerhouse, but feeling it for themselves made their very souls tremble.
Ian wasted no time on pleasantries. His gaze, as cold as a blade, swept slowly over the fifty-three Summoners.
His Spiritual Power had long since merged with the Dream Rule, silently blanketing the entire area.
At the same time, the partial temporary authority he had received from the World Will, Mordred, allowed him to perceive the 'colors' deep within the Summoners' souls more clearly.
