The six white-robed figures—transformed from Wyrms—were clearly enraged by his arrogance. One of them started forward, but another reached out and stopped him with a silent shake of the head. Then Alaric's voice rang out again, calm yet mocking.
"From the high platform, gaze upon the Eastern Sea, where the dome of the immortal mountains lies hidden. Within the island, where the cosmos is vast and void, seek the Path and shatter the primordial chaos. Hahaha… You beasts, I'll remember this. Once I'm done, I'll pay a visit to Cosmos Isle and have some fun with you!"
He finished his four lines of doggerel and burst into laughter—bold, reckless, and disdainful. Yet it was those very words that made the six Wyrms tremble with barely contained fury at being called "beasts." And when they heard the name Cosmos Isle, a visible shudder ran through their bodies.
Cosmos Isle was where Ethan and his group had gone. It was the Wyrm tribe's nest.
