"You were defeated?" The white-haired elder didn't quite understand.
Aiolos nodded, the sound of metal scraping against metal ringing out. "I was. I'll show you something, and then you'll understand."
As he spoke, Aiolos raised his arm and slowly circulated his Primordial Power. With a WHOOSH, two red shackles of Primordial Power materialized on his arm. The white-haired elder looked on in confusion. "A Power Seal? But what does that have to do with you being defeated?"
Aiolos tapped his head, his voice muffled. "I forgot. Back when I fought you, I hadn't even released a single layer of the seal. My Power Seal has six layers in total, and the power released by each layer is double that of the previous one. Now, I only have two layers of the Power Seal left. Do you understand?"
