Garion's grin slowly widened. "Possibly, huh?"
Rachel glanced at him. "Don't look happy about that."
Garion coughed once. "I'm not happy. I'm just professionally interested."
Atlas stared at him blankly.
[That means happy.]
Garion ignored him and looked back at Varkhor. "So what kind of problem can affect several High Grade Worlds and the surrounding cosmic regions?"
The hall became heavier.
This time, even Aurelion did not mock him.
Abyron leaned forward slightly, his deep blue eyes cold. "A new race has appeared."
Garion blinked. "A new race?"
Selkhara's voice was icy. "They call themselves Dragon Slayers."
The moment those words fell, the atmosphere around the table changed.
It was not fear, but hatred, a deep, burning hatred.
Garion rubbed his chin. "That name sounds very direct."
Verdroth smiled coldly. "Of course it is. Their path is exactly that absurd."
