Chapter 291: August 3rd, 2032 | Sky Plane Treasures | 31 Days Remaining

A pair of icy blue eyes pierced through an elderly man and his black-haired associate sitting in a dimly lit military tent in the shipping yard of Meridian Bay. The chilling gaze gripped their hearts with anxiety and made them nervous about the future.

"No one switches sides unless they have a reason to—especially spies." Evalyn said coldly, "Yet you're telling me that a demonstration of power was all it took to turn against your people?"

"Please understand, General Skye." Calvin explained quickly, "In my nearly two thousand years of life, I have never heard a rumor of a technique that used gravity to amass liquid nitrogen.

We don't know how you got a sacred-grade technique, but that proves you process something special or a powerful backer. So you cannot fault us for being confident in your success."