"Everyone knows the value of the Divine Beast. The more competitors there are, the greater the chance of failure. If one can contract a Divine Beast, becoming a powerful level-nine Beast Master is just a matter of time!"
"This opportunity is rare. There are only so many Divine Beasts, and if we don't seize this chance, it may be a long time before we encounter another one."
Charles continued to speak, his words like feathers, gently stirring the hearts of the other Beast Masters from the Haunted Marsh.
Everyone knew the priceless value of the Divine Beast, the rarity of such treasures. Driving all the Abyssal Depths Beast Masters out of the mystic realm wasn't just about reducing competitors, it was also a way of venting the frustration within.
Now, Charles had given them an opportunity—a legitimate reason to ensure that the Beast Sect and Ancient Academy couldn't continue to compete.
