Wesley's expression darkened as he activated the artifact and received news that both Ronan and Oldeus' groups were under attack by individuals from the dark and demon races. The two supreme rank elves had reached out to him, along with the last supreme rank elven woman, seeking reinforcements.
Kyle appeared beside him and inquired, even though he had already heard from a distance that the other supreme rank elves were summoning him back for reinforcement.
"What happened?"
Wesley furrowed his brow in frustration before looking at the human who had been by his side without much action, akin to a leech. He grunted and turned to the elves gathered behind him after getting the storage ring.
"It's not your concern."
Kyle's eyes widened slightly, and he chuckled at the old man's words. Indeed, it wasn't his concern. When had he ever meddled in others' affairs? Never. So why was he asking what had happened?