Divine Hand.
The atmosphere had turned heavy. All executives had been assembled by their master, Garam Haygaiden.
Because of the severity of the situation, even the two people who rarely went to the meeting ended up attending it.
On his right was an old man holding a scepter. Even though he didn't show any aura that reflected his power, his fighting power was only second to Garam.
On his left was a middle-aged man. Unlike the others, he looked so thin and malnourished. However, when they stared at his eyes, they would feel like their souls were being sucked, so no one really dared to meet his gaze.
"…" Garam's expression had turned grim. "Lucas hasn't come back…"
Eyewood gulped down. He explained, "I have been trying to contact him, but there's no response."
That explanation made Garam's face darken. If it were a normal situation, they would just continue their operation normally.
