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 initially stunned, all bowed.

“Greetings, Mr. Jarren.”

Upon seeing that, Quattro, who had been furious, was now bewildered.

“Jarren? Why does it sound strange?”

He then glared at the man in the black robe on the stage. “Are you sure your name isn't Forty-nine?”

The man in the black robe, Jarren Caden, ignored Quattro and said to Wyot, “Please instruct your race to leave the temple. I have something to discuss!”

Wyot was taken aback. Then, he turned around and signaled the senior authorities to le