He wanted them to stand on their own. To grow into their own strength.
"Still, we're all brothers here. No need to overdo it," Lein said casually, shifting his gaze upward.
Above them, at the apex of the chamber, a Dragnar hovered silently—wings spread wide as it stabilized the core of the zone.
No signal was needed. No words exchanged. The Dragnar understood.
With a subtle motion, it folded its wings and descended, mid-air transforming into an elderly man with a muscular build and long white hair parted down the middle. His eyes were sharp as a hawk's, radiating a dignified weight that came from experience.
He stood silently behind Lein, clad in a black uniform trimmed in white. No proclamation was necessary—his mere presence was enough to reveal the power of a Tier-4 King. It wasn't overwhelming, yet no one could pretend not to feel it.
"Good. Everyone's here," Lein said, turning around. "Let's go."
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