The clear voice echoed in the solemn Elder Council.
Vorquis snapped back to reality, finally realizing that the voice did not belong to anyone else but his own!
What on earth is going on? Why am I saying such things? What do these words even mean!
Vorquis desperately sought answers in his heart, but he couldn't find any.
He looked up, and the elders who were originally furious and enraged were now either showing expressions of surprise or fear, suddenly whispering to each other in chaos.
"Clang——" Vorquis heard the sound of a sword being drawn.
The Holy Sword Clochi, shining with a unique light, appeared before him.
He had drawn the sword.
Vorquis wanted to control his body and sheathe the sword, but now he was completely like an outsider, unable to control his body or express his true intentions.
His vision blurred, and he effortlessly broke free of the chains on his body, leaping in front of an elder and swinging the Holy Sword without hesitation.
