With a low, harmonic hum, the artifact activated, its runes lighting up in gentle waves of blue. The air shimmered around it, and with a rush of wind, it lifted off the platform—ascending into the sky.
"How could you let them go like this?" Seeing the carriage take off into the skies, Zhao Yanchen directed his rage towards Ling Ruoyin.
Instead of speaking out in the open directly, she sent a direct mental transmission and said something that jolted him awake out of his rage and pride.
Seeing the look of fear in his eyes, the woman snorted inwardly without showing any reaction on the surface, "Shall we take this someplace else?"
She directed her attention towards the leaders of the empire standing behind her partner and spoke with a cold yet polite tone.
With their unanimous agreement, everyone moved towards the castle.
