"Let's go!"
Old Man Grey didn't wait.
He stepped into the spatial gate, his body swallowed by the swirling mist.
Max followed.
As his foot crossed the threshold, a strange pull tugged at his very being.
A feeling of being sucked into an entirely different world.
Then—
Darkness.
A chilling mist wrapped around him, and the Divine Palace vanished from view.
Then—
One by one, more squads stepped forward.
More figures disappeared into the hazy void.
Each squad containing exactly ten geniuses.
Each one vanishing into the Mourning Depths.
Until only the leaders were left behind.
Palace Master Hugh looked around at the remaining leaders of the various regions.
A faint smirk played on his lips.
"Hehe, only we are left."
His tone was casual, but there was an underlying weight to his words.
His gaze flickered over the assembled kings, guild masters, and top-ranked warriors.
Then—he stepped forward.
"Let's go as well."
