"Are you going to leave without greeting your father?"
Just as Evan was about to leave, finally bringing an end to all the chaos, a voice suddenly echoed inside his mind.
For a brief second, Evan's mind went blank when he heard the voice.
Although he had heard this voice only twice before—the first time inside the Tomb of the Ancient and the second time when he entered the Blood Dungeon back on Earth, he could never forget it.
"Mythrenor..." He muttered under his breath, his expression turning extremely cold. So cold that, at that moment, he looked no different from Azroth.
"Calling your father by his name... I see you still haven't learned any manners yet."
The same voice echoed inside his mind once again.
But when Evan looked around, other than Alistair, Baphomet, and Eilistraea, he could not see anyone else.
"A hiding dog is not worthy of calling himself my father," Evan spoke in a cold voice as he tried to search for Mythrenor.
