Elsewhere inside the Greyson residence as all these events unfolded.
Rysten stood within the grand hall, overlooking the empty throne. Multiple elders of the Greyson Residence and affiliated forces stood behind him.
Before finally he erupted into a chuckle. Wheezing as he mumbled beneath his breath.
Not entirely loud, but with the present powerhouses' senses it was hard for them to miss it.
"Hahahaha… fascinating… truly fascinating." Rysten inhaled as he paced slowly, a thoughtful expression forming across his face.
"Power is a fascinating thing." He nodded, a flash of insight crossing his eyes. "To some, it is an endless mountain climbed step by step… while to others, it is simply handed to them by fate."
All his life, he had dedicated himself toward getting stronger. Yet decades later, his power had only reached the peak of E-rank.
