His Identity; Your Own Risk

Galaeron raised his brows as he looked at the young man that made his title meaningless. The latter was a bit in doubt, a word that never crossed his mind after he saw his prowess in singlehandedly destroying the chieftain of the orc.

Lyon let out a sigh, "We must return immediately."

The three of them nodded before they all boarded the Tetragram Chariot. The four imposing horses didn't even need a leash to reign over as they galloped the air, leaving the elves to their own with the pool of corpses

"Gah!"

"Guh!"

Connak and Agist immediately catch up with the freedom they just regained. They stood powerless the whole time, nothing but donating comments and worries. However, as much as they blamed themselves for being weak, their king was not in better shape himself.

"Y-Your Majesty, what are we supposed to do now?"