They all understood that leveling a ruin required the battle prowess of an extreme divine.
How else could one confront dozens of divine-level characters?
Braydon Neal's rapid growth was truly astonishing.
"If the Young Master learns about Trevon, I can assure you that everyone here will meet their end," Old Crane stated with an air of indifference.
His words sent a chill down everyone's spine.
"It's been six months since that incident," the purple-robed man interjected with frustration. "Has there been no response from the ruins?"
"The Kylo Ruins, the sacred grounds, are the final resting place of our predecessors and elders. Why would they feel obliged to respond?" Old Crane retorted coldly.
Old Crane's familiarity with the temperaments of the elders in the Kylo Ruins was undeniable.
"Ah," sighed the Master of Kylo. "Let's await Braydon's arrival."
Silence enveloped the hall.
