"I don't understand what you mean," Kadyn frowned as he sat on the sofa. Hayla was sitting in front of him, her hair tied in a bun. In between laid a table on which snacks and beverages had been placed.
"The Pengolla is about to face its greatest crisis," Hayla said, her voice grave. "When we first met, you weren't even rank 1 mage." She stared at him with glittering eyes. "Now you are rank 3, not any rank 3 mage, but who can battle and defeat someone like Segast, a peak of the rank 3 mage. Not just you, many of your companions had advanced leaps and bounds in just a short period of time."
Kadyn became vigilant.
"No need to be alerted," Hayla, however, shook her head. "I don't have any bad intentions. I just want to become strong. I want to protect my loved ones when the time to battle comes."
Kadyn relaxed and asked confusedly, "What kind of crisis are you talking about?"
"Have you heard of Blood Tribe?"
