A puff of black smoke appeared some distance away from Evan and transformed into the figure of Mor'Zarak.
The Eldritch creature bowed his head as he materialized before Evan, cold sweat breaking out on his back. When he had faced the shadow clone earlier, he hadn't felt any pressure, but now, standing before the real Evan, he felt as if the person in front of him could kill him with just a single attack.
"I thought you would take advantage of the situation and run away along with the other Eldritch creatures, but it seems you know what's good for you," Evan remarked lightly as he pulled out a chair from his shadow storage and sat down on it.
Mor'Zarak smiled bitterly upon hearing Evan's words but said nothing.
If Evan hadn't forced him to reveal his true face in front of Utharic and Nythor, he would have definitely run earlier. But now that Utharic and Nythor were aware of his true identity, there was no way he could return to the Eldranthia Empire even if he wanted to.
