The tube opened.
Silas still sat there, looking around for a while before he stood up.
"So the ship has left the atmosphere already?" He asked Asher.
"Yes, Master Silas," Asher answered, bowing slightly.
Silas nodded, walking toward the bed.
He sat on its edge calmly, then looked up at Asher.
"Tell me about yourself," Silas said.
Asher looked at Silas with furrowed brows.
The question was too sudden, something he had not expected Silas to ask.
"I am at the Paragon rank," he said, waiting a moment to catch Silas's reaction.
"Which elemental cores have you formed?" Silas asked.
"Time, flame, wind, blood, and plasma. I am currently forming a lightning core."
Silas's eyes widened slightly.
The person before him had formed a time core. In the universe, time was one of the hardest cores to form, and those who truly managed it were beings far above others at the same rank.
