James gestured, summoning a projection before the assembled group.

The Marauder Warriors emerged, draped in dark crimson armor, each meticulously arranged in a formation.

Banners soared high, announcing their presence with a silent proclamation.

Their aura emanated formidable military prowess, casting a shadow upon all who beheld them.

Dorvus and the gods of the Four Seasons stood in the forefront of the imposing army, their presence commanding respect.

Witnessing this spectacle, Mantian furrowed his brow and asked, “ That’s Xanthakos’ Marauder Army.

Are they plotting an assault on the Wyrmscale Source?” James folded his hand behind his back and answered, “No.

They answer to my command now.” At his declaration, a collective gasp swept through the divine assembly.

at James in disbelief and asked, “Did...did you submit to Xanthakos?”

puzzled, “Then, are you working with him? Xanthakos is a

Source’s forces and assemble

of you will be the commander of

powerhouses that are at the

The Spiritual Saints exchanged hesitant glances, wrestling

of the

not Xanthakos or

to voice your concerns

welcome debate

will not punish anyone even if it results in fierce arguments

James responded, “Go

that might be too high of a requirement.” The Mountain Saint, Kronos,

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