"Debra, well done."
"Mr. Ivan?"
The familiar aura and tone made it hard for Debra to not recognize the person in front of her. In her view, this man was even more mysterious than she had imagined, exuding a peculiar wisdom.
"That's right, I am Ivan Marichardon."
Ivan nodded slightly while continuously checking his own condition.
He was not a being of the Elf Plane, and naturally had to endure the suppression from the surrounding environment, which was an undeniable reality.
However, the suppression here was unexpectedly fierce, initially estimated at nearly thirty-five percent, and would rapidly increase over time, eventually leading to distortion or assimilation.
"I need to borrow your strength for a moment."
He casually waved his hand, and a small stone statue floated from his pocket. Without waiting for anyone to respond, he began to harness the power of the statue and Templer to conceal his presence.
