Outside the pyramid, where the alliance meeting was taking place.
The pyramid was still shrouded by the distorted field of spatial power, blocking it from view for those waiting outside and preventing them from knowing what was transpiring beyond.
Currently, Abel, the brown-winged lion king who was also the leader of the welcoming party had his hands folded as he stood in front of the crowd of humanoid lions and Creation Dragons.
His eyes were focused on the dome of spatial distortion surrounding the pyramid. Many things were going through his mind right now.
A few moments ago, he had spotted a figure clad in black clothes slip into the spatial distortion field as if it were not there.
That figure had come out of nowhere and also disappeared almost instantly. If not that he had seen it with his own eyes and manually reviewed his memories, he would have thought that he was seeing things.
Abel thought of the possibility of an assassination attempt but it was very likely.
