The worst part was that it was impossible for them to sneak someone in.
The only way was by sending their young genius, Valen Mist, to another Outer Power where the entries weren't as strict. However, if they did something so foolish, they'd be exposed immediately.
Dyon had lockdown travel to other Outer Powers a month ago already. Plus, this didn't mention that they were all tagged with Soul Tags as well.
How could they ever have expected that Dyon would choose such a path? It didn't even make sense to them.
"We can't sit here and do nothing. If our Ancestors' plans of trillions of years come crashing down because of a single boy not even 300 years old, I won't be able to face them even in death." Patriarch Mist clenched his teeth.
"Father, it may not be impossible to deal with this." The arrogant Valen suddenly spoke. Though Dyon's feats had crushed his pride to a certain extent, much of it still remained.
"Oh?"
