(Third Person POV)
This time, the one who grabbed the golden man's neck was Orlax.
"I swear, if you touch a single hair on her, you won't see the next day."
The overwhelming intent to kill filled the space, and the golden man felt terrified as chills ran down his body.
"I... didn't... do anything to them... but if you kill me, my followers will... kill them."
Orlax relaxed his grip and released the golden man so he could breathe.
The golden man took a deep breath, gradually regaining the composure he had lost.
Tiran and Orlax exchanged looks and nodded to each other.
Orlax stepped toward the golden man, placed his hand on his shoulder, and began to press hard.
"We'll let you leave without killing you, but first, remove the barrier."
The golden man felt a painful sensation in his shoulder, so he quickly raised his hand and removed the barrier.
Orlax pulled his hand away from the golden man's shoulder and let him go.
