Eisen looked at those three people carefully. They were standing side-by-side, and from what Eisen could tell, everyone was looking in their direction. It was already clear that they were the strongest in the camp the moment they left that building, but the reaction of the others seemed a lot more hopeful than that.
Instead of just wanting to rely on their strength, they seemed to want to rely on them overall, whether it was their wisdom, power, or leadership. These were the ones in charge; or at least, they were at an incredibly high position where it barely mattered if they were the real leaders of this group or not.
Seeing the flaming, demonic figure of an enormous giant standing in the middle of their camp, those three reacted quickly as well. One of them immediately started casting an attack spell, pulling a boulder's worth of rock from the ground and throwing it at Eisen at immense speed.
At the same time, one of the others shot off from the ground and pulled his arm back, preparing to attack this creature in front of him, while the last, the oldest in the group, had started drawing a magic circle into the air. However, Eisen didn't even have to do anything to defend himself here.
Practically before he could even react, Kiron had already jumped up into the air, using his grandfather's leg to climb up to a somewhat higher position first, and then slashed through the boulder with his sword. Though, at the size of his blade, it was more like a mixture of crushing it into pieces and cutting it.
It definitely had a clean slice in its center, but the mere pressure and weight of Kiron's greatsword was enough to make the two halves shatter apart. Some of those rocks still hit Eisen, somewhat fast as well, but his skin was much harder than that. It barely even put a scratch on him.
Meanwhile, after his slice at the boulder, it initially seemed as though he had been vulnerable to an attack from the second of those three, the pugilist that had jumped toward Eisen.
Upon seeing the half-dragon, he had changed his target, but before he could pull through, his whole body was suspended mid-air as he became entangled with Sal's powerful threads, which had been expertly wrapped around the area with the help of Melissa's bees, who had flown into the directions that Sal had instructed in order to tighten the threads at the exact right time.
Meanwhile, Caria had made her way through the crowd without being spotted somehow, and was now standing right in front of the two magic users. As though she were blowing a kiss, she blew out a cloud of spores, which quickly caused a number of small Myconids to sprout on their bodies.
Though, they quickly popped off, instead of restraining the two of them like the ones that Caria had made use of just earlier. Instead, they were now walking around the magic users, actively disrupting and absorbing their magics as they tried to use them. That also included that nearly-finished magic circle, which simply fell apart when the mana disappeared.
The more the magic users were trying to use spells or sorcery, the more the myconids grew and adapted, all the whilst Caria was simply dodging out of the way of that earth-mage's attacks, who did seem to have some training with a blade. But Caria was fairly experienced in combat at this point, and her stats were far from anything to scoff at either.
And since his Demonic form was deeply intertwined with his magical element, he was able to do so more than easily.
The old man didn't like playing the 'Scary Demon King' role all too much, but he had to admit that it was useful. And in moments like this, when he was either mad or annoyed, it did relieve some stress as well. Eisen's demonic spawn surrounded the three leaders of the group, forcing them each onto their knees before Sal tied them down with his threads.
Kiron also stood right behind them, his hand wrapped around the handle of his sword, so even if they managed to escape from the threads, things looked bleak for them. As they had basically become hostages, they were a great way to truly stop the rest of the camp from trying to do anything stupid as well.
Eisen tapped his finger on the armrest of the throne. He kept staring at those three, impatiently waiting. Seeing that none of them were getting the cues that the old man had set up, he just let out a deep sigh, "Do I have to spell it all out? Tell me what's going on here."
"What's going on here?" the Sorceress asked with awry, confused expression, "You're the one that just attacked us!"
"Well, I didn't 'just' attack you. We came up here to talk, but were immediately attacked. And just a couple minutes ago, I was threatened by that woman that you sent out to talk to me. So all I'm really doing is making sure that you know your place."
"Pah! Know our place?" with a loud scoff, the Pugilist shook his head, "The hell's that s'pposed to mean? Are ya some kinda noble, trying to fuck with us because we're doing somethin' 'unsightly'?"
While Eisen couldn't deny that he was a noble, or rather beyond that, as he was a King, that was obviously not why he was here. He didn't really consider himself particularly 'King'-like either.
This whole medieval-monarchy setting was something thought up by Samuel, while Eisen and the others were just forced to make sure that the world was curated perfectly to allow the company's vision to come to life.
Eisen sighed, "Rather than that, I'm just an old man trying to educate some kids," he replied, rubbing the bridge of his nose to try and avoid a migraine from all of this, "But to do that, I need to understand you lot first. One of you, and I absolutely don't care who, start talking. I'm sure you know a few more details of the motivation behind all of this.
Why the hell are you really trying to reveal the 'truth' behind the God of the Mountain?"