This should have been Bertrum's moment to laugh, to gloat, but there was something about that gaze that made him feel so small that he didn't even have the mind to do it. In fact, his mind was blank even as everything wrapped up, slowly flowing toward the next matter.
"Theron…" Lyra's words came out in a soft whisper. She seemed to want to comfort Theron, but she had no idea how to.
A failed Tribulation meant the end of one's cultivation path. The Heavens didn't give a second chance. It was a miracle that Theron had even survived.
He would be far more powerful than normal Quasi Gold Mancers, but he would forever be a Quasi Gold Mancer.
It was no wonder he was so much more withdrawn now.
Lyra took a breath and squeezed out a reassuring smile.
"What's most important is that you survived. You're already more powerful than most Cloud Mancers. You can still live like a king," she said softly.
Her words made the sneers on the Nightingale Elders' expressions freeze.
