“Are you alright?” Protector now stood in front of the pantry, but behind the protection of the newly reformed arrays.

Charging against so many opponents alone was suicidal. The situation got worse by the second as the Upyrs recovered from the shock and assumed a battle formation.

“Yes.” Jadon was as pale as a ghost as he held the shivering figure of his sister in his arms. The Count was terrified of the humanoid wolf, but Ryman had stopped the Upyrs, so he couldn’t be an enemy. “Who are you and where’s Lith?”

“I’m a friend of Lith’s, and he’s outside.” Protector nodded at the south wall, from which the booming sounds of the fight echoed. “He’s been delayed. I’m-”

“Protector the Skoll.” Kazam finished the phrase before Protector could use an alias. “A small-time ally of Verhen. You are supposed to have a bright blue core. How did you get the violet?”

Orpal’s information was outdated. Ryman rarely took part in battles due to his lack of progress, and Orpal had no idea that the Skoll and Ryman were the same person, so he had given no importance to him.

“That doesn’t matter.” Protector replied, trying to buy time. “What matters is that you are a Drake. You are a son of Leegaain. How can you join Meln Narchat when the Hydras are working on a method to turn all Lesser Dragons into Divine Beasts?”