Looking at the neatly lined-up armored guards, James and the others frowned simultaneously.

“Wait outside the palace. Anyone who dares to move will be killed without mercy,” Clayton ordered, directing his words toward Yadira and the Dooms’ high-ranking members.

Shortly after, a group of guards at the Ninth Xaeclon rank rushed over and surrounded them.

Yadira was anxious but hesitated to speak.

“My guests, please come this way,” Clayton addressed James’ group, making a gesture of invitation.

After looking at Thea, James smiled faintly. “Thank you for the hospitality.”

With that, he took the lead and ascended the stairs. Thea, Yaretzi, Yianni, Youcef, and Wyot followed him.

As they stepped into the golden palace, a series of explosions suddenly sounded on both sides.

James and the others were startled by a full 81-gun salute. Then, on the red carpet in front, a handsome man in a purple robe, accompanied by a woman, hurriedly came to greet them.

“My name is Truett. I welcome you