310 Hot Spring

Kyle opened his eyes after a few hours and stretched his body, feeling refreshed. After gathering his blanket, he walked out of the building. Not from the window but from the front door.

For some reason, the atmosphere outside was eerily quiet. He couldn't help but look up when he noticed shadows casting upon his figure.

The moment he raised his head, he was greeted with the sight of countless people from the dark race gathered in the air. Emion clasped his hands behind his back and gazed at the rows of flying figures in front of him.

Then he started a speech mid-air as to how the outsiders had humiliated them blatantly and how he wanted a certain 'silver-haired' human head. He even promised generous rewards to those who could locate the escaped individuals.

Kyle narrowed his eyes. He had to suppress a groan because the bounty on the silver-haired human was almost ten times greater than all others.