Advent of the Three Calamities

Chapter 535: Low Seat of Madness [2]



Silence.

The large halls were shrouded in silence, every head bowed in submission before the figure that stood at the center.

It was as if the very air had changed under his presence.

No one dared to utter a single word, the air growing heavier with each passing moment, each breath feeling increasingly suffocating.

All High Seats found themselves swallowing hard, their minds questioning the same thing, 'Why is he here?!'

"That's not a hard question to answer."

Sithrus began speaking, his voice resonating softly through the hall, effortlessly reading the minds of everyone present.

"...Dreamist told me all about the situation. I had no choice but to interfere knowing Dawn's temper. He still seems to be in the dark regarding what you're trying to pull, and it is good that he doesn't."

Everyone was well aware of Dawn's temper.

In spite of this, they still chose to act. They weren't really scared of Dawn considering that he was only one person, but the aftermath would indeed be quite troublesome.

"Oh, it looks like all of you severely underestimate Dawn's temper."

Yet again reading their minds, Sithrus shook his head.

His features remained void, his face completely faceless, and yet, through the subtle movements of his body and the tone of his voice, everyone could vividly picture the expression he must have been wearing.

It was one filled with amusement.

"I'll just put it this way."

Sithrus's calm voice quietly reverberated throughout.

"His temper is the reason why I had no choice but to step in. After all..."

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