Bab 610: You little something-!

As the Tomb gate swung open, Old Hal's smile froze when a portal materialized right above the platform, where the countless eager winners stood poised to enter the Lost Treasure Tomb under his command. A familiar figure garbed in a sleek grey leather sweater emerged from the portal, sporting a sly smirk that sparked astonishment in the eyes of the onlookers.

Kyle peered down at Old Hal and the individuals floating before the tomb gate. Naturally, he wasn't conceited enough to believe that the portals he had crafted wouldn't be obliterated by so many supreme ranks. He cleared his throat and shifted his focus to the imposing gate.

"The tomb entrance has finally opened, and no one thought to invite me. How sad."

He shook his head with a sorrowful expression and glanced downward once more when he sensed a murderous aura aimed at him. It was Ned, floating beside Vexana, glaring at him with fury in his eyes.