Kyle's eyes sparkled as he stood up and stretched his tense muscles before walking over to Ronan and Wesley. He conveyed Old Hal's agreement to them.
The duo exchanged glances, and after a moment of quiet discussion, Ronan turned to him with a serious look.
"The others from my race won't fight alongside you, but once Wesley and I have escorted them back to the elven planet, we will join you. We want to seek justice for the many members of our race who fell victim to the dark side in this land."
Kyle nodded, a satisfied smile on his lips.
"Well, even though our numbers won't be high, I am sure having three supreme-rank and two transcendent-rank individuals accompanying me should suffice."
Currently, all he needed was enough folks to wrap things up in the Sacred Divine Land. Kyle was confident in his abilities to handle everything alone, but after the recent battle, he knew if he suddenly encountered more supreme ranks, it would be a problem.
