Two tasks. One trial.
In Marcus's mind, there was hardly any difference between the two. It almost felt like Liam was disguising a trial as errands, or perhaps the other way around. Either way, Marcus decided to hear the man out before judging.
"Ten years ago, I entered the Mystic Turtle's Tomb," Liam began, his voice calm yet heavy with memory. "On the third level, I discovered a place called the Wind Spirit Cave. The entire cavern was saturated with dense wind energy. I attempted to use that power to evolve my pet, the Seven-Colored Divine Eagle, pushing it into the eighth tier."
He paused, letting out a slow sigh that carried clear regret.
