Sometime later, Ray was resting in the main hub to recover his stamina, sitting on a stone bench with his back against the wall, a bored look plastered across his face.
In this place, he couldn't even practice the Tyrant's Soul cultivation technique as it was devoid of primodial essence.
The only thing he could do was pass his time while sightseeing.
Around him, the large circular plaza that made up the central and most attractive part of the main hub buzzed with life,
tamers, hunters, and warriors of different types of races moving about, chatting, boasting about their recent victories, or quietly counting their spoils.
Ray eavesdropped on some conversations, making crucial discoveries and widening his horizon. He ignored the small talks.
"Has half a day passed already?" He muttered under his breath, watching in wonderment as the main hub's ceiling perfectly simulated a bright afternoon sky, painting the space in a soft, ethereal light as the clock hit the 12 hours mark.
