"Master, do you need my help?" a male voice sounded in the air, surprising the crowd as they saw a figure appear.
A young man having the aura of encompassing and accommodating—he was like the King of the world, the very one who was the foundation of the universe. The young man had black hair and eyes, a little above average face, yet there was an air around him that attracted one. When Demonic Draco laid his eyes on the young man, he was surprised.
The young man's age couldn't be more than twenty. He also felt a familiar aura from the person, making him scrutinize the person.
"The Chaos God Heir," Xylara's shocked voice rang out through the telepathy, making Demonic Draco also shocked and surprised. From the looks of things, it seemed that this young man was referring to Vincent. But what surprised him was the aura of the Chaos God Heir—he was very strong.
When Vincent laid his eyes on the young man, he frowned a bit. "Why are you here, and how did you get here?"
