Both the Thunder Lord and the Tower Lord of the Thunder Monarch Hall and Void Soul Tower looked ugly. They had hoped Max to died under the third wraith but to think he would not only survive and would also grown stronger made it very hard for them.
So many geniuses of both the forces had died at Max's hands and yet they could do nothing about it. Even the wraith of the world could do nothing about it.
'This child cannot be remain alive.' Thunder Lord thought to himself as a cruel light flashed through his eyes.
But it was the tiger-masked man who stared the longest, his voice low but carrying to those near him. "Three concepts… all at the 3rd level now. And yet—" his eyes lifted to the sky, narrowing as the black clouds above showed no sign of dispersing, instead churning darker, denser, as if a greater storm brewed within. "…and yet the wraiths aren't finished with him. Could it be…" His fingers tapped against his armrest slowly. "Has he… mastered four concepts?"
