Orion's eyebrow twitched, his gaze sharpening.
He surged his internal transcendent power, directly expelling that thin, strange energy from his body.
Sizzle! Crackle!
Streaks of electric current flashed from Orion's body, crawling over his physique, repelling the strange energy.
Only then did Orion have a moment to observe the others.
The white dragon Frostsire sat enthroned in the main seat, basking in that strange energy with a look of utter enjoyment.
Grand Duke Richard, Dain the Dwarf, and Grand Elder Lireesa were all using their transcendent power to force back the energy.
"Frostsire, aren't you going to explain yourself?" Orion's tone was extremely blunt and unfriendly.
If the white dragon Frostsire didn't give a reason, he truly felt he might erupt in violence.
"It's a curse mark! A Sea Race curse mark!" It wasn't the white dragon Frostsire who cried out, but Lireesa the Blood Elf, her face flashing with shock and anger.