On the platform, a handsome man in a black robe appeared. His hair swayed even though there was no wind, surrounded by a sacred radiance. He looked prestigious.

A while later, Quattro shouted, “Who are you? How dare you…”

“Quattro, stop!” Wyot immediately halted Quattro from making a move.

Then, he stared at the man in the black robe on the platform, took two steps forward, and bowed respectfully.

“Greetings, Mr. Jarren.”

After that, the senior authorities of the Doom Race, who were initial