The elder spoke, and except for the monk in white, everyone else was silent.
This was respect.
It was also fear.
The elder's abilities far surpassed those of everyone present.
One could even say, he was of an ancient War God level existence.
This blind elder has lived for thousands of years.
If immortality no longer meant much after the Undead Tribe appeared,
Then a disabled person, so arrogant, killing people at will, and yet living so comfortably, speaks volumes of his immense power.
No one had ever seen Bradwell Abernathy fight.
This old man held the fourth seat of the Dusty Platform.
This ancient and mysterious organization has existed for many years, and few know what truly goes on inside.
Especially the top three seats, seemingly never appearing, yet always there somehow.
Among those here, many were rulers or elites in some aspect.
They submitted to the Dusty Platform, donating large amounts of rare spiritual herbs annually.
