The moment Xaloc spoke, he did not need any introduction. A white lotus artefact, long black hair and piercing black eyes. Everyone had heard of the description of the Leader of Sanya, even though he was not dressed in his signature black robes, everyone knew clearly that this person was the Black Monarch.
Some of the people standing in flying boats could not help but take several steps backwards as they saw Xaloc. It was not surprising. While the title was popular, the Black Monarch, himself was rarely seen.
A person who could free slaves, who could bring the Death Hound, General Tafari and the famed Strategist Indigo under his command was not an ordinary person.
Under the skilful mouth of storytellers, the Black Monarch had been morphed to be akin to a demonic entity with seven heads and countless eyes. It was not just the people around, even the high priests that were fighting Tafari stopped giving the general a little time to breathe.
