Chapitre 40: Become My Disciple

The voice that spoke wasn't loud or commanding. It sounded casual, devoid of any intent to control, yet Jacob Ashland, who was lunging at Kent, froze mid-motion before he could even get close. 

It was as though the voice carried an invisible force. Its tone alone filled the room with energy, an undeniable weight pressing down on everyone present. 

Not to exaggerate, but even John Alderford, a Peak Root Saint, didn't possess such a powerful presence. The truth was, the presence that had entered the room belonged to someone far beyond their comparison. 

Kent felt the pressure, and even though it wasn't directed at him, he realized he was nothing in front of such a presence. A strange unease gripped him, and his instincts screamed that his fortune could have easily reversed, leaving him in Jacob's position. 

[Careful, Master. A Peak Root Sage has appeared,] the Tower warned, causing Kent to raise an eyebrow in surprise.