An elder dressed in black gazed into the distance.
The ferocious aura had vanished.
His brows relaxed, and he turned to walk back into the newly constructed temporary council hall.
"Let's begin the meeting now,"
he said.
The other elders sat upright and tense, their faces strained as if facing a matter of life or death.
Looking around at everyone, the elder in black sighed and said,
"Very few can escape our control, but evidently, Arian has become such an existence."
"Based on the analysis of the battle, he didn't use his full strength at all; he was merely toying with us."
"—How strong is he, exactly?"
Everyone was silent.
After a while, someone suggested,
"Since he's so powerful, can we make a proposal to the Book of the Dead to force him to eliminate the entire Ten Thousand Spirit Silence Association?"
"That won't work," the elder in black said, "the Book of the Dead also weighs the pros and cons of matters; it has seen all our actions—"
