The space was still frozen at the same point.
Daniel stood facing the envoys from the Goblin Guild. His sword rested lightly on Jason's neck, and the mana pressure around them had become so heavy that even breathing seemed difficult.
No one was in a hurry.
Because everyone knew… any wrong move could be the beginning of the end.
"First of all… all your attacks on Everlight Moon will stop," Daniel said without taking his eyes off their faces, his tone calm but drawn-out.
"Continue," one of them, a man with cold and emotionless eyes, tilted his head slightly.
"Complete information about your arrays… mana centers… and command structure," Daniel continued without hurry.
"And if you really want to take this piece of trash back alive…" He paused. A very faint smile settled on his lips.
The tip of his sword applied a little more pressure, and the space grew heavier.
"We'll do a real exchange." But behind this calm appearance, Daniel's mind was occupied with something else.
