บท 91: Our Main Targets

King Beylon's voice carried authority as he turned to the guard standing beside him. The guard was holding a small red and gold box nestled atop a blood-red pillow, and the aura radiating from it was unmistakably powerful.

The energy emanating from the box seemed to pulse through the air, making the sixteen participants standing before the king feel the weight of its significance.

"This," King Beylon announced, gesturing to the box, "is the reward for the final round. The divine relic I spoke of earlier." He didn't open the box, but the potent aura it exuded was more than enough to confirm its authenticity. The mere presence of the relic caused some of the participants to tremble with anticipation, while others stiffened their resolve.