"You."
His voice echoed coldly, carrying natural authority.
"What are you doing here?"
But that was not merely a normal question.
At that same instant, Kyrian felt the spiritual senses of the four leaders strike his body simultaneously. It was not a subtle probe, it was a complete, deep, invasive examination, sweeping through every inch of him.
In addition, a faint spiritual pressure descended upon him.
It was a silent display of superiority. A form of intimidation.
A clear message. We are stronger. Do not lie to us.
But Kyrian did not even react.
The pressure practically had no effect on him. His eyes, apparently, possessed natural protections against this type of pressure and coercion.
And he simply ignored the spiritual senses analyzing his body. There was nothing to hide.
After a few seconds of silence, Kyrian answered calmly, his voice as neutral as his expression.
"I was part of one of the groups sent to explore the Intermediate Area."
