|| Chapter 459 || An Elf’s Suspicion

Bang!

Hands slammed heavily upon the table, almost overturning the drinks.

"What I said is the truth! The chief mage told me himself." Exasperation filled the man's face as he tried to persuade his companions. His hands shook, eyes trembling in excitement.

Startled, his friends glanced at the surroundings, hurriedly trying to silence him but the man refused and slapped their hands away. "A relic with unfamiliar runes capable of swallowing a whole being, sealing away their mana! What's more fascinating? Its ability to exude hostile pured essence. I tell you, what does the Kron fear? Isn't it a rare divine essence? Pured energy, untainted and perilous enough to devour miasma! Malibreeds would avoid it like the plague. Think! If we used to infuse this ability into our soldiers' weapons and armor..."

He clenched his fist and showed a maniacal grin, "W-We would finally have a chance."