Unable to reach a conclusion, Azarok understood that he could only obtain the truth from the individuals standing before him.
"How are you still alive?" Azarok asked, his eyes fixed on Seig.
"Oh! It seems that you already know my name. Well, I am quite popular, so that isn't surprising. Nonetheless, I am a tough man to kill. Why don't you introduce yourself? I am afraid I have no idea who you are," Seig responded, smiling.
Azarok frowned at Seig's response before retorting, "I am Lieutenant Azarok of the 1st Unit of the Vanguard team of the Wanderlust Travelling Tortoise Runaway City." Then, he swiftly added, "Since you all appear alive and okay, can I know where Patriarch Rylan is? We have been tasked to retrieve him and the artefact in his possession."
His gaze shifted from Seig towards Leif and the other Four-eared elves' gods' chosens, scrutinizing them as he awaited their response.
"Patriarch Rylan is alive and well. As for his whereabouts, that is none of your concern. Instead, you should be more worried about your safety," Leif responded, avoiding any mention of the floating island.
He also didn't know about the artefact Azarok mentioned, but he brushed aside his curiosity and pushed it to the back of his mind.
Azarok shook his head in amusement, "I don't know how you all have survived up till this moment, let alone worked together, but that is none of my business. I'll give you one chance to tell me where he is or hand him over to me," he spoke gruffly, his voice turning colder with each word.
"As the boy said, Patriarch Rylan is in good hands. I think you should be more worried about yourself, Lieutenant Azarok, and your Runaway City," Seig swiftly responded, smirking.
Azarok immediately frowned, understanding the meaning behind Seig's words, and glanced toward the direction of his Runaway City.
"However, we'll give you a chance. Surrender willingly or be thoroughly beaten into submission. Of course, there's also the option of death if you choose to resist too much," Seig stated, activating his Devourer's Bracelet and allowing its energy to flow into his Gearweaver bow, causing it to surge to life as the gears within it rapidly absorbed his Vylkr energy.
Evadne, Leif, Leona, Carl, and the other Four-eared gods' chosens immediately activated their Devourer's Bracelets, channeling their Vylkr energy for the imminent battle.
Leif glanced upward, catching the faint flash of bluish lightning. He knew Orion was watching, so he resolved to give his all and ensure he completed the tasks given to him.
High above the clouds, Orion seized the opportunity to gauge the strength of the individuals before him, starting with the orc, who seemed to be the leader.
"Energy level - 1,500 BEM."
"Energy level - 1,400 BEM."
"Energy level - 1,420 BEM."
"Energy level - 1,450 BEM."
After assessing their strength, Orion realized that the strongest individual among them was the ogre, with a strength reading of 1,500 BEM, while the weakest was no less than 1,300 BEM. However, these levels were significantly lower than the Commander, who had confronted him earlier. Orion shifted his attention towards Sieg, Evadne, Leif, and the others.
Seig had an energy level of 1,670 BEM, Evadne had 1,507 BEM, Leif had 1,060 BEM, and Leona had 1,055 BEM, while the other four possessed energy levels within the range of 1,035 to 1,020 BEM.
With Seig and Evadne present, they could turn the battle to their advantage and subdue the group. The weakest link within the group was Leif and the other five Four-eared elves' gods' chosens, so Orion understood that he would have to intervene if something terrible occurred.
In the meantime, he would only observe how they dealt with the current situation and their arsenals.
Suddenly, Orion noticed something in the distance and turned his head towards it. He saw a faint sea of smoke steadily rising into the clouds, growing stronger by the minute. Orion realized that Stronghold Leader Seth had arrived at the Sleeping Fox Runaway City and couldn't help but feel a slight pity for them.
He knew Seth well enough to expect him to make the leaders think twice before making decisions.
However, Orion hoped that the Sleeping Fox Runaway City had no divine being within it.
Meanwhile, the battle was already raging below him.
Furnace Sky Technique - Act Three: Meteor Shower Decent!
Seig didn't waste a second and immediately activated his technique. Various strands of Vylkr energy appeared, consolidating on the strings before forming three inky black blazing flames around his three fingers as he stretched the bow.
Then he released it, launching it forward. Once the inky black blazing flames reached a certain distance, they divided as though multiplying into countless arrows, each maintaining its ferocity and intensity as they descended upon their opponents.
"Watch out!" Azarok screamed, using his Gearweaver blade to deflect the incoming attack. Though he managed to dodge some, others hit him, causing charred spots on his body.
Gritting his teeth in pain, he endured the damage, knowing his body would regenerate slowly. Looking back, he saw that 25 of his units were injured- 24 were both incubi and succubi, while 1 was an ogre. They had fallen unconscious due to the attack. The survivors were either evading or enduring the full brunt, slowly regenerating from their injuries.
"Humph! Your regeneration skills are truly as powerful as they say, almost comparable to the dragonkins," Seig remarked with a smile. He then glanced back at Leif and the others. "Stay out of this; you're not their match. My lieutenant and I will handle them. Focus on disarming them and keeping them subdued until we finish the battle," he instructed, noting the nods of understanding from Leif, Leona, and the rest, who acknowledged their limitations.
Their eyes couldn't help but burn with emotion as they witnessed Captain Seig utilizing his Vylkr energy to manifest his technique. Such a skill was tedious and almost impossible to grasp unless one knew precisely how much Vylkr energy to use without disrupting its effectiveness.
That's why most gods' chosens fight with their Gearweavers or use the energy they're born with to activate their techniques.