Pure Creatures

Everyone landed in that place but immediately felt a cold gaze coming from behind and turned around. A slim and simple-looking male elf appeared there. He wasn't a Wisp — they all felt his pure bloodline and Divinity.

His plain appearance hid a terrifying power. His eyes were locked on a single target. As he stared at the whale, he took a defensive stance, ready to fight at any moment.

"Why can't I sense any divinity from you? It's impossible for you to be here!" he roared.

The whale observed him — a simple but striking man for an elf. However, his hair was white, and his skin had an unhealthy gray tone. Overall, he looked somewhat sickly.

"I'm not here with bad intentions... you're someone I owe a little to, so I came to see you; but I don't have much time. You're the God of Formation, right?"

The elf narrowed his eyes. "Who are you?"