Several flying ships surrounded the over thousand lords, then the doors opened.
And people holding weapons jumped out, either flying or landing on the ground.
"Don't move, identify yourself!" a loud voice sounded from one of the ships.
Arnold, the warden of the human settlement in that territory, observed all the lords.
They were all humans and it didn't seem they were disguised, but still all humans can't be trusted.
What if they are trained by some other race?
But they were all pretty weak, being at the 2nd Origin, no not all, all except one.
Arnold's gaze was instantly drawn towards the guy with silver blue hair, wearing a black outfit.
But the one to step forward was someone else: "I am Hiroshima, we are the lords who have escaped from the Carceral Citadel!"
"Hiroshima… Carceral Citadel?" for a moment, all of them looked at these lords strangely.
But as the words registered their eyes widened in shock.
