The current happenings at the main entrance of Elarion were something that couldn't be described with words.
Kent didn't raise a finger to kill; he merely stood there, speaking...
He was spilling secrets that were never meant to be revealed.
He first started with Dailon, planting the seed of doubt and anger in him. Then, using the [Mess Mind] skill, he made sure Dailon walked the path he had laid out for him.
But he wasn't the only one targeted. He targeted a few more, and when he was fully at the point where a snap of his finger could send the Elves into a frenzy, clashing with each other, Kent merely smiled and turned to his left.
His main targets had arrived, but the damage he intended had already been dealt. He had forever sown the seed of mistrust in the hearts of 121 Core formation experts.
Beings so powerful that no king would want to lose even one of them.
