The five guild masters of the East, the Witch of the North, the King of the West, and the Seven Crown of the South all had their eyes locked on the two screens floating above the portal leading to the temple.
"This temple is certainly different this time," Aurelia said, her face slightly furrowed as she glanced at the twelve figures on the pillars.
James, the leader of the Lionheart Guild, nodded. "Previously, it was only about them reaching the floor and comprehending level 3 Auras, but now we have the broadcast, the battle realm, and all twelve geniuses? Looks like whoever the owner of the temple is—or should I say, was—is proceeding with what the temple was designed for."
He added, glancing at the other leaders. "To find a successor."
"I have to agree with you, James," the leader of the Black Lotus Guild said from behind his mask. "The rules of the temple have changed, and it seems it has begun its search for a successor."
