Only 30 minutes had passed since the giant ball had come into being. However, to the sect leader, it felt as if at least a few ages must have gone past.
He had been watching with bated breath as each of those from the Big Four tried to use their trinkets to take control of the formation to no avail. Each time one of them failed, his heart would drop but he would keep telling himself that they were still another chance.
If he had to be frank, he would admit this telling himself that was something that had been keeping him going for quite a long time, ever since he had found out that they were under risk of being conquered by the Kingdom of Axelor.
What many didn't know was that he was the bastard son of the previous sect leader, and that he had grown up in a very hostile environment due to the jealousy and scorn of all the official offspring. However, as luck would have it, he turned out to be the most talented among all of them, thus winning his father's support and encouragement.
