— A few moments ago, inside the Royal Sacrifice Formation —
Within the depths of the Royal Sacrifice Formation, Midas sat in quiet meditation, his mind focused, his breath steady, his body in the lotus position, and his spirit wholly focused on his advancement on the path of cultivation.
Around him, the air buzzed with the dense energy that was being exuded by the Guardian's shrinking body that lay at the centre of the formation. His Aura was growing thicker by the second and exuded undeniable power that nobody around him could match.
His people too were cultivating. They sat in stillness, their eyes closed, bodies rigid with concentration, and even when sweat beaded on their foreheads, they persevered. Some others showed some strain, with clenched fists and trembling limbs and lips that pressed into thin lines of determination,
