Suddenly, a burst of light appeared amid the smoke.
It was like a cold eye, gazing down from above at all the Invokers on the ground.
A tremendous pressure spontaneously emerged. Except for Hilveld, the men in black behind her stepped back, and only Tainaric could meet the eye's gaze, but only for a moment before the Lizardman Prince lowered his head as well.
At the same time, a powerful storm seemed to spread out in all directions from Fenris Isle.
So much so that at Stargate Port, signs of interference appeared on the screens, and many communication channels were left with nothing but static.
Only the channel where Fang Hong was located remained unaffected.
All looked up at this scene.
Fang Hong stared at the eye, which matched exactly the scene he had seen in his Illusion.
"Speak," came a cold voice from the midst of the dark fog, tinged with a hint of chill, "how did you find me, mortal?"
The voice spoke in an ancient language.
Obscure, hard to understand.
