The powerhouses frowned. Usually, the phantom of the cube would reveal the new ranking, but this time it directly collapsed before it could even begin to solidify. At that moment, the idle chit chat faded and everyone looked toward the center of the plaza as one.
However, even though the blackhole had appeared, there was no movement even after several minutes.
"What is going on?" A voice echoed.
"What? Is the mighty Elizaren feeling anxious?" A laughing voice echoed to the side.
Elizaren was a man who very clearly exuded a powerful aura, even if he denied being a Sky God, only a fool would take his words at face value. What was especially important about him, though, was the fact that he had a head of radiant gold hair and piercing green eyes. It was clear he was from the same Clan as Vie and his younger brother, the Ashmen Clan.
