It was charging.
Replenishing itself by leeching the mana from the surrounding space, the process slow but steady.
As an Iron Rank cultivator, Damien's spiritual space was still limited in its capacity, and his mana reserves weren't vast. However, the Accretion talent granted him an edge—if he wanted to, he could accelerate the process.
But he didn't.
He wasn't in a rush.
After all, when standing at the edge of something ancient and unknown… it was better to walk than run.
Finding his way out was far easier than navigating the labyrinthine Blue Hammer library. In just a matter of minutes, Damien emerged from the ancient halls, stepping back into the palace corridors drenched in golden sunlight.
He had barely taken a single step outside when a voice called out urgently from the far end of the hallway.
"Crown Prince, here you are! We were searching for you everywhere. The delegation from the Valthorn Kingdom has arrived and is waiting for you."
