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Chapter 1106 Lyon Torga... I\'m sure you know who he is.

Ardan, his face flushed with anger, swiftly got back on his feet, leaped toward Kesya, and engaged her in a one-on-one battle. The elders looked on in stupefaction, their eyes fixed on the intense confrontation between the two formidable opponents.

Despite the deafening roars of the Wrym within and the immense size of his wings, Kesya seemed to handle Ardan\'s fists and kicks with ease. Her agility and skill were unmatched, allowing her to parry his attacks with grace.

Patriarch Ardan: (gritting his teeth) "You won\'t escape this time!"

Kesya: (smirking) "Is that a promise?"

The exchange of words and blows between Ardan and Kesya intensified the atmosphere of the battle, as their fight to the death added a new layer of tension to the already complex web of alliances and loyalties that had defined the confrontation.

Drako, realizing the urgency of the situation, quickly shouted to the elders above, emphasizing the need for their assistance.

Drako: "Elders, I need help up here!"

Responding to Drako\'s urgent call for assistance, the elders quickly snapped out of their stupor and descended to support their young master. With renewed determination, they moved to join the ongoing battle, ready to lend their strength and experience to help Drako confront the formidable challenges before them.

Karina and Selena managed to reunite just in time, and their gaze fell upon the sight of the elders reuniting with their young masters and the remaining elites. The meeting of these different factions brought a new dimension to the unfolding confrontation.

Karina: "The elders are back. This battle just got more complicated."

Selena: "This is troublesome."

Drako, despite the intensifying battle, couldn\'t help but let out a laugh as he reminded Lyon and his companions about the offer he had presented earlier.

Drako: "Don\'t forget, you still have a choice. Surrender, or face the consequences."

His reminder hung in the air, a stark reminder of the options that had been laid out on the table.

Cecile\'s confident smirk reflected the unwavering spirit of Lyon and his companions in the face of Drako\'s offer.

Cecile: "Do you think that we are running out of options? We always make our own option when none satisfies us!"

Her words were a declaration of their determination to chart their own path and face whatever challenges came their way with resilience and ingenuity.

Drako\'s lips twitched in response to Cecile\'s unwavering determination. Her words had clearly struck a chord with him, and he couldn\'t help but react.

Drako: "Very well. Let\'s see what option you\'ll come up with."

As the elders prepared to engage in battle, one of them reminded his comrade with a note of caution. "Careful, she is a swordmaster."

This warning served as a reminder of the formidable opponent they were about to face in Selena, whose mastery of the blade made her a formidable adversary.

"Cease your clash, Patriarch Ardan!" The commanding voice of a matron pierced through the tense atmosphere, bringing a momentary halt to the ongoing battle.

All eyes turned toward the source of the voice, and as the onlookers realized her identity, a sense of recognition spread through the crowd.

"That\'s Matriarch Seraphina from the Moonshadow Clan," one onlooker said.

"Look, she\'s brought Elara and some of her elites with her," said another.

Drako\'s frown deepened as he looked up and muttered with seeping rage. "Elara."

Sensing the intense glare from Drako, Elara met his gaze with a mixture of concern and resolve.?"You\'re making a grave mistake, Drako."

Ardan, ever cautious and aware of Kesya\'s opportunistic tendencies, increased his distance from the newcomers before addressing Matriarch Seraphina.

Patriarch Ardan: "You ally yourself with them, Matriarch Seraphina?"

The intent behind his question was evident in the intensity of his gaze. His words carried a note of skepticism and a desire for clarity, as he sought to understand the matriarch\'s intentions and alliances in this critical moment of the confrontation.

Matriarch Seraphina responded with a firm tone, her resolve clear in her words.

Matriarch Seraphina: "I am certain that my emperor would like me to do so."

Ardan\'s frown deepened as he sought clarification.

Patriarch Ardan: "The Elven Emperor? What does he have to do with them?"

His question hinted at his confusion and a desire for more information regarding the motivations and alliances that had brought Matriarch Seraphina and her clan into the midst of the ongoing confrontation.

Matriarch Seraphina wore a knowing smile as she revealed the key piece of information.

Matriarch Seraphina: "The one who rang the Gong of a Thousand Lords was none other than Lyon Torga."

Her words left a significant impact on Ardan, who now realized the true identity of the individual responsible for the deafening sound that had resonated throughout the realm.

The revelation of Lyon Torga\'s identity as the one who had rung the Gong of a Thousand Lords left the crowd in stunned silence. Murmurs of disbelief and amazement rippled through the onlookers, as they grappled with the realization of Lyon\'s significance in the grander scheme of the Elven Empire.

Drako\'s gaze shifted toward Lyon, his expression a mix of disbelief and astonishment as he processed the revelation. It was clear that the information had taken him by surprise, and he struggled to come to terms with the significance of Lyon\'s actions.

Matriarch Seraphina: "Lyon Torga... I\'m sure you know who he is."

On the other hand, Lyon remained aloof, his demeanor composed and enigmatic. He seemed unfazed by the reactions of those around him, maintaining an air of quiet confidence that left his true intentions and motivations shrouded in mystery.

Kesya couldn\'t resist a mischievous grin as she saw another opportunity unfold before her. With lightning speed, she launched herself forward and broke the air with a powerful kick aimed at Ardan\'s head. The force of her strike was enough to send shockwaves through the atmosphere.

But just before her kick could connect with its intended target, it was abruptly impeded by a frail hand, a mere whisper of a touch canceling the devastating impact. The sudden halt in Kesya\'s attack brought a flutter to Ardan\'s hair and a sheen of cold sweat to his forehead.

Matriarch Seraphina\'s frown deepened as she recognized the old man who had intervened.

With a smile, the old man threw a palm and pushed Kesya away, creating distance between her and Ardan.

Ardan: (stammering in shock) "T-Thank you, progenitor."

The unexpected appearance of the old man and his intervention left the atmosphere charged with surprise and curiosity. The dynamics of the confrontation had once again taken an unforeseen turn, and those present were left to grapple with the implications of this surprising development.