Kyrian remained seated on the high branch of the Ancestral Tree, the gentle wind swaying the leaves around him. He observed everything with half-closed eyes, his mind calm like the surface of a still lake.
Below him, the scene began to change.
Around thirty young talents arrived almost at the same time at the base of the colossal tree. They were the strongest among the participants of the fifty domains, those who had survived the initial hunts and accumulated enough points to reach the core of the Pocket Realm. Disciples from the Flaming Sword, the Ancient Forest, the Golden Mountain, the Shadow Valley, and other powerful domains. Some came alone, confident in their strength. Others in small groups of three or four, still maintaining a temporary alliance.
They stopped in the gigantic clearing around the tree, looking at one another with caution.
"... There are no more beasts." murmured a young man from the Flaming Sword, Huo Ling, frowning as he looked around.
