Old Hal glanced at Ronan. He had met the elven man a few times before as they had fought together in the war happening at the other end of the universe. Ronan joined the war when he was only at the divine rank. He arrived with the individuals who came to represent the elven side in the war.
The man had indeed grown immensely powerful within a short time.
"Don't be envious. I think Kyle is favored by nature. Maybe that's why he chose the title of 'nature's favorite' for himself."
Ronan hummed. He didn't really care. He just felt envious because the young man could do something he couldn't yet. His voice turned grave for a second.
"No matter, Kyle is dangerous. So, I am going to leave him alone and make sure my race never gets on his bad side. As an old subordinate, I advise you to do the same, old man. Leave him alone."
Old Hal shook his head with a chuckle.
