Talmor, the man in the long green robe, sneered. "Judging by how Thymaleon looks, I'm afraid his core power has likely been damaged. It's unbelievable. Who else on Elysium Isle could injure him this badly besides us?"

The stunning woman, Valindra, covered her mouth and chuckled. Her eyes lingered on Thymaleon without saying a word.

Only the tall, broad-shouldered man, Malthor, remained expressionless. He slowly sat up and pushed the woman beside him aside.

His cold, piercing stare locked on Thymaleon. When he spoke, his voice was low and carried an edge that made everyone tense.

"What happened?" he asked.

Thymaleon trembled ever so slightly under the stares of the four people, especially Malthor's.

Swallowing his humiliation, he stepped forward, dropped to one knee, and lowered his head. He recounted everything that had happened in full detail.

He told them how Tristan and the others had awakened him and how he'd casually slaughtered the mortals nearby. Then Dustin intervened,