Ellora clutched her staff. "Where...?"
Aurora didn’t answer. She took a single slow step forward, eyes narrowing as she scanned the ruins. A pair of wings flashed behind her back as she prepared to go all out and fight.
Seeing her, Lirae and Ellora also prepared themselves.
Norosse and the troops also unleashed their auras. Norosse, in particular, went one step further.
His aura surged outward in a brilliant red flare, kicking up a shockwave of sand and dust. He let it grow, expand, and swell until it roared across the ruins like a storm. His soldiers followed suit, releasing their own power, forming a wall of bloodlust and force.
But the next second, Aurora immediately shut him down. "You all are too noisy. I’m trying to find hubby. Also, I don’t think the other side wants to attack us. So don’t start something hastily."
Norosse froze mid-flare, aura still crackling around him like a firestorm abruptly robbed of purpose. The abrupt command, delivered in Aurora’s deceptively soft voice, landed like a divine decree.
His soldiers, who had been roaring, snarling, baring their fangs, fell silent in a heartbeat. Aurora was completely oblivious to it, but all of the vampire lord’s troops could feel it. Their lord was currently angry. Furious, in fact.
Norosse clenched his jaw, trying to salvage his pride. "My Lady, with all due respect, I am a Blood General. I know how to-"
Before Norosse could finish spewing his indignation, another set of troops emerged from the other side of the ruins. It was led by none other than the Great Western Desert Empire’s princess, Alzara.
Alzara’s stride didn’t falter when she spotted them. Her soldiers fanned out behind her, an elite unit of desert warriors bearing the Emperor’s crest, each one more imposing than the last.
"Hmmm?" Aurora frowned.
While she did not recognize the other party, Lirae and Ellora did. "That’s... Princess Alzara," Lirae whispered. "And those are the Emperor’s personal elite."
But even without recognition, Aurora’s instincts flared. These soldiers were not normal. Their presence was not casual. The sands trembled under their disciplined steps. Each and every single one of them was a seasoned C-rank veteran.
Despite her questionable attire, Princess Alzara moved like a walking spear, sharp, focused, dangerous. Her armor gleamed with condensed desert mana, and the sigil on her crest pulsed with faint light.
Norosse’s jaw dropped on seeing her. Another beauty! He had sighted another beauty just like that. The day was getting better and better!
Since he was obviously the most powerful person here, he took the responsibility of being the diplomat. He straightened his back, smoothed his hair, flashed his most aristocratic smile, and declared grandly. "Ahem. I am Lord Norosse Valtair, Fourth Blood General of the Crimson Mountain. We do not mean any harm. We are here to investigate these assassins."
Princess Alzara did not respond. On her behalf, one of the Generals next to her spoke. "In that case, we will not have any conflict. We are also here for the same purpose, to investigate the assassins."
Then suddenly, Alzara opened her mouth as if she remembered something. "Do you by any chance know someone called Blood God?"

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