RUMBLE…
The air was tense.
The atmosphere crackled with anticipation.
In the past year, while human civilization and Martial Sages alike sought to make do with what they could to overcome their problems, one man had secluded himself from the rest of the world to overcome his limits.
In the depths of the secluded jet, Rui sat by himself in an isolated hangar.
Silence and solitude were all he had known for the past year, even as the Martial Sages scrupulously cultivated some coordination and teamwork among themselves.
He sat cross-legged on the floor of the jet, immersed in a meditative state of concentration and focus. His Martial Attire was simply and plain white with the crest of the Kandrian Empire and the Water Sect embroidered on it. In the past year, his hair had grown longer, and the deathly tint to his body had grown more intense.
His very existence had seemed to gain an unfathomable depth of power.
RUMBLE…
The world around him quivered a little.
