No matter how loudly the Mortodors cried or screamed for help, Elijah left without looking back.
"Tell Oscar Exeter to wait for me like a good little boy," Isaac said with an evil sneer as he suddenly hammered his fist into a wooden chair next to him, which immediately blew into smithereens.
Elijah was already out of the door when he suddenly felt a deep shiver from within. He quickly hurried out of the place after that.
"Drakon, why did you let him go?" Lucas asked anxiously.
Isaac just shook his head silently. If he didn't let Elijah go, then it would imply Isaac was declaring war against all of Rippan. And this was not the right time to do so.
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