"Have you thought it through?"
Facing Alexander's will projection, Orion nodded and crushed the token in his hand.
The token shattered, and from within, a more exquisitely crafted token fell out.
"Hold onto this token well. Factions possessing it are outside Blade Hall's assassination range."
After saying this, Alexander's will projection vanished.
And the fragments of the original token surprisingly began to converge, summoning a micro-teleportation array on the spot.
A ripple of void energy fluctuated, and from the teleportation array emerged a human wearing ordinary clothes, with an ordinary appearance.
Of course, it was only the appearance of a human.
Orion could sense a different kind of aura from the stranger before him.
"My name is Wrist-Cut. I am pleased to meet you, Elder!"
Wrist-Cut—a peculiar name, an unfamiliar race.
"This place will be yours from now on!"
