Kyle was busy for the next couple of months.
He represented the Chief in different meetings with different organizations.
He went on missions with team Sandstorm.
He worked on his power.
He learned about metals.
Things were progressing rather smoothly.
But, of course, it wouldn't stay like this.
If it were that easy to become powerful, there would be far more people in the Third Realm.
Kyle was in relative safety.
As long as he didn't actively search for danger by accepting missions, he was not in any danger.
This was a luxury, and such luxuries came with a price.
On this day, Kyle, Noah, and the Chief were in the Chief's office.
Noah and Kyle were looking at a huge sheet of paper in the middle of the room.
The sheet of paper was exactly one meter long and wide.
Many different runes were near its edges, and plenty of authenticating markers were plastered all over it.
This document was about as official as it got.
