Contacting his brothers, then his father, and finally reaching his grandfather, Zypr sighed in relief.
"What do you need, brat? Did your training in the Dark Plane go well?" Zyair asked warmly.
"Of course! Not only did we raise the shelter to level five in a year and a half, I also officially stepped into the Void General Rank!"
"Oh? Good! Good! As expected of my most talented grandson! It seems the Arlean Civilization is finally on the rise! If you can pass the domain-level cosmic competition, we…" Unable to contain his excitement, Zyair began to ramble about everything.
Feeling a headache from his grandfather's flood of words and responsibilities, Zypr quickly steered the conversation back on track.
"No, Grandfather, I have something to tell you."
"Oh? What is it? Do you need money? Or a treasure? Unfortunately, I don't have a tier 5 runic weapon suitable for you…"
"No, no, it's not that."
"What is it? If you want something, just tell me. I'll do my best to make it happen."
