The moment she spoke, she released an immense pressure.
The two half-meter-tall, black wintergourds' legs buckled, and they dropped to their knees. The wintergourds hadn't wanted to kneel, but the aura coming from this person was too terrifying. Sometimes, a little submission was perfectly acceptable.
"I'll talk… I'll talk…"
Then, the two wintergourds began to explain their origins. The slightly larger one spoke up. "We are of the Shadowmist Clan, from the Cunmere Realm in the Upper Realm. Our clan has lived for generations in the Undercity."
Celeste Grant froze for a moment when she heard the name "Cunmere Realm."
'Cunmere Realm? That's where my son's true body is slumbering right now. Could this really be a coincidence? These two wintergourds are actually from the Cunmere Realm. Why would they leave the Upper Realm to come all the way to the Mortal Realm? Or is there some secret behind all this?'
'I have to get to the bottom of this.'
