"Very well...," the Archbishop leaned back in his chair with satisfaction, "Tomorrow, I will personally oversee the execution..."
Before he could finish his sentence, his pupils suddenly contracted!
In the center of the great hall, where there had been no one, a figure appeared without warning.
Black hair, black eyes, dressed plainly.
Both men widened their eyes in disbelief.
The Elf Guards in the hall instantly noticed the anomaly and shouted sternly, "Intruders! There is an intruder..."
Before the words could fall, a bizarre scene unfolded!
All the Elf Guards trying to rush forward froze in motion. From their feet, grayish-white stone spots rapidly spread upward, and in the blink of an eye, their whole bodies were covered, transforming into statues frozen in their advancing postures.
"Who are you...?" the Archbishop forced himself to ask calmly, though his heart was already in turmoil.
