The Floating Sect grew alarmed for a moment as two auras that did not seem to fit in the Squire Realm boomed atop the island.
The temperature seemed to chill a few degrees.
The air between them grew taut, wrung by the pressure that the two of them exerted.
Rui's eyes sharpened. "You speak much."
"I have much to say," Ieyasu stared into Rui's eyes with his dark eyes. "All these years… All that patience… It seems my prayers have been answered. A Martial Art with a depth that eludes even my eyes."
His passive tone grew more intense. "Don't you see? You are the key."
Rui stared at him with a sharp expression, silent.
Suddenly, the air changed.
The pressure disappeared.
"Grow stronger," He turned around. "The stronger you are, the greater the final step you will be. Your Martial Art will serve as the gateway to my Martial Heart. Your death will baptize my journey into a higher Realm."
