While Charles was using the time-space turbulence to subdue the Sandworms, the members of the Ancient Academy weren't exactly busy either.
By now, they had basically finished preparing for the final battle.
And with only about ten days left, there was no way they could greatly improve their strength in such a short time.
That left most of them with nothing to do.
Naturally, Harbor wasn't happy about that at all.
He called Maxwell over right away.
"Senior, please don't worry. We've already finished our preparations for the upcoming battle. We'll give it our all when the time comes!"
Maxwell assumed Harbor had called him over just to check whether everything was ready.
So the moment he saw him, he rushed to flatter him with that answer.
Harbor didn't respond.
He just stared coldly at Maxwell.
That icy look made Maxwell's heart tighten.
Cold sweat began to bead on his forehead.
He could tell Harbor was very displeased with him, but he had no idea why.
