"...Who are you?"
The horse-faced man looked at the unfamiliar emerald eyes, squinting as if confirming something, then his entire demeanor changed, and a violent spirit instantly filled the small room.
The other three elders were stunned for a moment, then they all suddenly turned their heads to look at their colleague.
Clearly, they had just noticed something was amiss.
However, the female elder's tone remained calm as she introduced herself, "Just a fellow traveler, you can call me Hecate."
"Hecate? The goddess of ghosts and magic? The dark side of the world? Quite a bold claim."
The horse-faced man smirked.
Even though his words were dismissive, his tense body did not relax in the slightest, "Where are my people?"
"Right in front of you."
The woman who called herself Hecate pointed to herself, "I'm just borrowing his time for a moment."
"Borrowing? Or replacing? Do you know this is a blatant provocation?"
