Even though it was a sunny and bright day outside the private room, Veron's heart was as cold as ice.

Bowen!

Veron turned back to look at the private room. She bit her lips tightly and secretly swore. 'No matter what, I will save you. I must save you.'

…

The Raksasa tribe's leaders had gathered in the palace on the other side. Tyson just sent out an invite, saying he had important things to discuss with them.

Dressed in black armor, Tyson stood beside the throne, his face solemn. He exuded