After announcing the end of the round and the timeline for the next, Ascelon quickly left the place.
"Overlord Ascelon is always so busy…" they thought in speechlessness.
Every time they met Ascelon, it was always so brief, like a flash of light.
Getting used to such busyness, they turned their attention to the final round.
"A thousand years before the final round? What do you think it will be?"
"It should be a one-on-one duel. I just don't know the specific format."
"I see, like the last dimensional competition…"
Guessing what the final round would be, they began to prepare.
A thousand years to travel, digest their harvest, rest, and condition their minds for the next battle—time was too short.
Going back to the Shadowcrest residence, Maximus and his family also began to pack up.
"Shall we return to the Etherium Realm or go directly to the competition ground?" Erica asked.
