Just like Braydon Neal, born in Hansworth, with the blood of Hansworth flowing in his veins, he had no choice!
The path had already been set.
No matter how unwilling he was, he had to move forward.
Some things weren't about willingness—they were about responsibility!
The Neal family carried the faith to bring peace to the world.
Heather Sage was silent, watching her son in the Life and Death Arena with heartache.
There were many things she couldn't say.
In the Life and Death Arena, the inner world was filled with lush greenery.
Trevon's small body faced immense pressure.
She stood straight and said seriously, "Heavenly wings, open!"
Swoosh!
Trevon, less than a meter tall, suddenly sprouted a pair of pure white wings from his back, like the wings of an angel!
Each wing was only a meter long, perfectly proportional to his height.
