They had considered many things but never expected the Chosen One to have a personality and temper utterly different from usual mortal beings.

The white-haired old man looked at Zenda and asked, “What should we do now? Do you want to go into the Forbidden Bloodshade, or should we go instead?”

Zenda said calmly, “If we’re both afraid to enter, we can just stay here and wait. They’ll come out eventually.”

The white-haired old man scoffed, "That's simple for you to say. Who can predict what dang