Anon opened his eyes, bringing forth changes in the space that he observed.
His eyes, the windows to his soul, or more precisely, the connection between the material world and his soul, allowed his willpower to spill out into the real world.
Anon was lost in thought, meanwhile...
In an unknown location, countless flashes of purple lightning tore apart space akin to a whip lashing against tender flesh.
An orb that glowed with an otherworldly splendor, revealing crackles of lightning and thunder within, suddenly buzzed.
Interesting.
A strange voice sounded.
So it's 'His' son this time.
The peculiar voice pierced through the crackling lightning and thunderous booms.
Oh how enviable. To achieve such a powerful soul capable nurturing such a will, with such a weak spirit, it only goes to show how powerful that bloodline is.
Since he has achieved the minimum requirement to enter the successor trials, I will not ignore him simply because of his principle.
