"What?" On hearing his maid's words, all traces of sleep vanished from Muria's face, replaced with a sharp alertness. He quickly rose, "Are you sure about that? A Storm Giant has truly broken through the racial limit?"
"Young Master Muria, what reason would I have to deceive you?"
"Alright, alright." Excitement filled Muria's face as he paced back and forth in his room. The news of a Storm Giant reaching the Soul Intent Level held far-reaching significance.
For one, it might mean his influence on the giants was no lesser than that of a genuine Pure-blood Titan. It could also indicate a swift elevation in the strength level of his followers. Where there was one Storm Giant now, others would surely follow suit in the near future.
"Where is the Storm Giant who broke through? Take me to him immediately. I want to personally witness the power of the Soul Intent Level now," Muria said, his eyes locked keenly onto his maid.
"He's in the Martial Hall."
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