The matter between him and Squire Tabert was a secret for all eternity.
"Each of them carries a trace of transcendence essence," Squire said solemnly.
"Hmm?"
Braydon Neal's eyes flashed with determination.
He knew better than anyone who controlled the transcendence essence.
It was in the ancient soul's hands.
When Squire first imprisoned these beings, he had various reasons.
But at its core, it was because each of them carried a trace of transcendence essence.
Though it was very faint, Braydon could barely detect it.
But he knew Squire would never lie to him.
"I have a use for the ones you've locked up," Braydon said after a brief silence.
"Up to you."
Squire didn't argue and let Braydon proceed.
The conversation was nearing its end.
"Have you already gone in?" Braydon asked suddenly.
"Waiting for you," Squire's voice was distant, then fell silent.
