"Who would have thought that, once again, I would fight alongside you." An old, dignified voice echoed.
If Qingyi had been there, he would have recognized that voice as Lucios', who had officially become the patriarch of the dragon elves.
In front of him stood another man, clearly a high elf.
He was tall, almost six feet tall, equipped with armor that appeared to be made of glass crystals, beautiful and elegant.
His cheeks were high, and his blue eyes were always focused.
That was the king of the elves and Aeryn's uncle.
"Don't be so grumpy, Lucios. See this as an opportunity." The elven king smiled, watching the armies they had gathered.
Five experts from the astral realm and over a thousand ancient emperors, accompanied by nearly two million foot soldiers.
A frightening power, marching toward the capital of the divine kingdom of Auranys.
"Opportunity..." Lucios focused his mind.
He hated to admit it, but his cousin was right.
