Braydon Neal regarded the leader of the thirteen Spirit Sea disciples with curiosity.
Despite having gleaned some knowledge from the remnant soul's memories, his understanding remained incomplete.
He knew this leader by the name Wolfhart Neal.
"Thirteen!" called out the black-robed youth, referring to Braydon.
He accepted the title without resistance.
Braydon acknowledged the fusion with the remnant soul.
"Your nine-eyed dual-pupils are injured; it has degraded to the six-eyed stage. I may have a method to aid in your recovery," Braydon offered.
"Really?" exclaimed Jaromir Neal, pleasantly surprised.
Even the ancestor's interventions hadn't succeeded in curing Wolfhart's ailment.
The injury to his nine-eyed dual-pupils seemed near impossible to mend.
"I'm willing to attempt it," Braydon resolved.
"Don't push yourself if it's beyond your capability," cautioned Wolfhart, locking eyes with Braydon.
