The atmosphere in the throne room instantly turned heavy and silent. Everyone held their breath and stared at Gulvar's somber face.
"So… that mysterious figure managed to defeat the Ancient Mage Flugar with ease?" he asked in a low, heavy voice.
Eldrin didn't answer. He only nodded slowly.
Gulvar was left speechless. Just how powerful was Flugar?
Everyone in the room knew the answer all too well. Yet such a terrifying old man had died just like that—without warning, without a commotion, and without even causing chaos that might have alerted the royal palace.
If that was the case, then how powerful was the figure who killed him?
Gulvar didn't know. He was even afraid that if he learned the truth, it would haunt him in his nightmares.
At the very least, anyone capable of killing Flugar was clearly far stronger than him. It wasn't impossible that such a figure could overthrow the Ancient Kingdom of Eron.
The desire for revenge inside him slowly began to fade.
