The ancient powers watched the images of the battle from their position in the dark abyss.
"He's infused an attacking sword-art into a defensive domain, but managed to keep the essence of his domain intact." A partially bald man let out a laugh. "Although Darknorth isn't a match for Bertulu, he's still quite a rare talent. Once he enters our Palace of the Sword, we'll give him some good training. Perhaps a miracle will happen and he will be able to be Bertulu's equal in the future."
"Has this kid even chosen your Sword Palace yet? Even if he has, should really be so shameless in praising him? His sword-arts aren't bad and have reached incredible heights in terms of defensiveness, but for him to be Bertulu's match in the future? Haha, how many Bertulus do you think our Brightshore Kingdom will give rise to?"
"Daolord Woodflower, you are going a bit too far in your praise."
