"Surrender."
Those cold words echoed across the arena. No one spoke. The five and the king's gaze searched for the source of the voice, but they couldn't find it. Then, their gazes fell on the giant frozen ball of ice where Nox was supposed to be trapped.
Because of the density of the ice, they couldn't see clearly. However, they could vaguely make out the outline of something inside, though they weren't sure due to the distance.
This raised the question—if Nox was still trapped in there, then who was it? Who had just spoken with a voice eerily similar to his?
Even King Drakos knitted his brows together in confusion as his gaze swept across the arena, searching for anything unusual. However, he found nothing.
At first, King Drakos thought the voice belonged to the Corrupt Dragons who had somehow infiltrated the city. After all, there were records of such incidents happening in the past.
