When his uninvited guests showed up, they were in a large hall with a throne designed exquisitely.
A youth sat on the throne, his expression was cold and his eyes were eerily calm.
"Surely being raised in the immortal realm, you must have heard about etiquette, for example, do not visit without an invitation or prior notice."
The two people that came in were Arlen and one woman that looked familiar to Xaloc. No, he had not meant her before but the genes of his grandfather were very prominent on her face. She had soft features with black hair and black eyes, but when she looked at Xaloc, her eyes were filled with hostility and Xaloc arched his brows in a disinterested manner.
"Are you trying to insult us?" The woman said sharply and Xaloc shook his head.
"Forcing your way into my dreamscape, I think it is you guys that are trying to insult yourself." Xaloc retorted in the same way.
