Hundreds of individuals seemed frozen within the tundra-like landscape. They truly couldn't grasp whether Ryu was a fool, or if he was really capable of doing such a thing. The birth of a Throne wasn't something one spoken about candidly. Even if the requirements for becoming a Throne here was much lower than the Inner Ring or the Core Region, a Throne was still a Throne.
To put matters into perspective, no one would dare to guarantee that if the greatest geniuses of the Core Region came that they'd lay claim to a Throne title. Even if their positions were ones that usually looked down upon a mere Fifth Order Sect, even in all their arrogance, they wouldn't dare to say such a thing.
Yet here was Ryu, a man donned in black robes with white hair seemingly disappearing within the fallen snow, confidently smiling as though it was just another day.
