章節 697: A Contest Of Gifts

Seated in a large hall adjacent to the throne room were the trio of Inala, Virala, and Boul Brimgan, facing each other. They were silent at the start, resulting in a contest of stares.

'He's not at the Mystic Grade yet, but I can feel that he's close. Once he finishes fusing ten pieces of Sumatra Gold in his Human Avatar, his stack would synchronise and he'd become a Mystic Grade existence. They have a precedent in their history who had achieved the same.' Inala thought as he observed Boul Brimgan, 'So, Orakha ended up giving him ten pieces of Sumatra Gold.'

Even though he wanted to do something about it, Inala refrained from doing so. After all, the consequences would be unimaginable. The fall of the Brimgan Empire would create too large a void in power and mess up pretty much everything.