(Orlax POV)
Tiran and I looked at each other before I turned my head toward the place where the Golden One's corpse lay.
I searched his clothes and pulled out a phone hidden in his pocket.
On the screen appeared an image of several people sitting on chairs, their faces covered by masks.
"Orlax Tirshtain? This means the Golden One has been killed."
A man wearing a blue mask spoke while lounging in his chair.
"So, you're the Color Gathering. Are you trying to form a rainbow or what?"
Tiran mocked them when he saw the masks covering their faces.
"You're so rude, Duke. But that's expected from a mere savage carrying his sword."
"Did you hear that, Duke? He just called you a savage."
I mocked Tiran, who looked angry, and I moved the phone away before he could smash it.
"So, Color Gathering, what is the purpose of all these actions you've been taking lately?"
I asked the man in the purple mask, thinking he was the leader.
