I Am The Game's Villain

Chapter 489: [Event] [Elven Utopian War] [28] Durathiel's Revenge



In the depths of a dark, murky hall, the sound of footsteps echoed.

The figure moved, his expensive white boots gleaming incongruously against the grimy, uneven floor. The royal elven dress he wore, elegant and immaculate, seemed entirely out of place in such surroundings. Yet, despite the discomfort evident in his expression, he voiced no complaint, his demeanor disciplined.

Durathiel walked with his arms clasped behind his back. His path led him to the mouth of a cave. Without hesitation, he stepped inside.

He reached the center of the cave and stopped, standing tall as he waited. The silence stretched for what felt like an eternity. Then, at last, a vibrant mana circle burst into existence beneath him, its marks pulsing with mana. In an instant, his form was engulfed by a blinding light, and the cavern faded from view.

When Durathiel reopened his eyes, he stood in a familiar place.

The hall was grand and circular, its towering walls constructed of dark stone that absorbed the light but did not suffocate it. Candles hung from an ornate chandelier above, their golden flames casting a warm glow over the space. The ceiling was a masterpiece of craftsmanship, adorned with carvings that seemed to tell stories of ancient battles.

Durathiel's gaze shifted forward, landing on a rectangular table positioned in the center of the hall. Seated there were three figures.

At one end of the table lounged a man with unkempt gray hair, his posture casual as he stretched his legs across the polished surface. A sly smile lingering on his lips.

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