"How dare the heavens cut off my path… HOW DARE THEY?"
The roar shook the trial ground like the sky itself had bellowed in outrage. A faint echo lingered in the air, vibrating through the stone floor beneath their feet.
Hearing those words, Kranos's eyes widened slightly.
What did he mean by the heavens cutting off his path?
Wasn't that similar to what the old madman from the academy had once whispered to him, with that same mad gleam in his eyes?
Kranos's usual composure wavered for the briefest instant. A small crease appeared on his brow, his calm mask threatening to crack.
But he quickly pulled himself together, letting the faint disturbance vanish from his face. Still, his focus sharpened—he wanted to catch every word that followed.
He knew that Kathryn had reached an unfathomable realm, one so high it was beyond most cultivators' comprehension. But from the tone in her voice and the subtle weight behind her presence… perhaps she had gone even further?
