The Martial Masters silently witnessed the diverging wills of Martial Sages clash midair.
Every twitch, every movement, every breath they took.
It impacted the world.
It churned the air.
"Honestly, I think we should leave it to the Masters."
A fourth Sage-level aura overlapped upon the others.
The three of them frowned at the man who had just appeared.
He was lying down on the ground, sleeping.
"Why would you bother yourself with such tiresome work in the first place?" The man yawned, remarking absentmindedly.
Yet his eyes glinted with interest.
"We should be the ones asking you that…" The Breath Of Destruction narrowed her eyes. "…Sevian."
"Well, it's been a century since I partook in one of these. So I figured why not? Also…" Sage Sevian smiled lazily. "As much as I owe the kid one, it's not appropriate to dismiss the Master Council decision because of your selfish intentions.
