Floating Island - Triple S Talent

His words were delivered slowly, with caution to ensure no detail was overlooked.

"A high-tier Aethris?" Lein murmured, almost as if talking to himself. His eyes narrowed slightly, showing his curiosity. "What is that?" he asked, directing his full attention to Aleron.

"In short," Aleron explained, "it's similar to how your Divine Sky Realm unified with the cosmos. We aim to capture the newly born realm and integrate it as part of our race."

Hearing this, Lein was silent for a moment. Aleron's mention of unification with the cosmos stirred old memories—bittersweet memories that, despite the challenges, had ultimately led to victory. Lein understood Aleron's intent but continued to listen carefully, analyzing every nuance in the man's words.

"No problem," Lein said finally, with a faint smile. "But what's in it for me?"

Aleron's smile widened. "Of course, I wouldn't ask for your help without offering compensation…" he began, but his sentence was abruptly cut off.

Suddenly, Lein sensed movement in the distance. From the corner of his eye, he saw a large white swan approaching. The swan glided gracefully through the air, its feathers reflecting a soft, almost dazzling light.

The swan continued its approach until it was only a few meters away from their position. Then, five figures in white robes leaped down from its back. As their feet touched the ground, the swan gradually shrank, transforming into a small bird that fluttered lightly toward Aleron before perching on his shoulder.

"We've arrived, Sir," one of the five individuals said, their voice calm yet authoritative.

The five figures turned their gaze toward Lein almost in unison. Then, one of them stepped forward and bowed slightly as a gesture of respect. "Greetings, Sir Lein. I am Wen Shu, an Elder of the Life Swan Sect."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

His voice was soft, but every word carried a weight of tradition and reverence. Following his introduction, the other four also bowed briefly, showing their respect to Lein.

"Greetings," Lein nodded slightly, a small smile playing on his lips as he addressed them.

His demeanor was friendly yet still exuded authority. He knew that the five newcomers were grandmasters—respected figures in many realms. However, as a ruler of king-level stature, he held a certain dignity of his own.

Yet, as he observed the six individuals, including Aleron, Lein sensed something amiss. In his heart, he realized the situation was not in line with proper etiquette. As the host, he should have been more considerate of his guests' comfort. How could they discuss such an important matter in an empty, open space?

"Well then, Sir Lein…" Aleron began to continue their discussion, but before he could finish his sentence, Lein raised his hand, signaling him to stop.

"Apologies for interrupting you, Sir Aleron," Lein said politely but firmly. His eyes softened as he looked at them, ensuring his good intentions were clear.

"It seems this place is not suitable for discussing something of such importance. Let us head inside and continue our conversation there."

Lein gestured with his hand, pointing behind him. His actions conveyed not only hospitality but also the respect he extended to his guests. Inwardly, he felt a sense of relief, knowing that this small gesture could quickly rectify the situation.

Immediately, Lein raised his hand, and a bright blue light began forming a large circle in the air.

A massive portal appeared before them, radiating a gentle yet powerful energy. With his current strength, creating a portal like this was a trivial task for Lein. It was a testament to how deeply connected he was with the realm of the Divine Sky.

"Please," Lein said, stepping aside to make way. His voice was firm but filled with warmth.

Aleron gave a slight nod, casting a brief glance at the elders behind him. "Let's go," he said, his low voice cutting through the silence.

The elders followed Aleron toward the portal, walking calmly yet with deliberate care, as though paying respect to Lein and the portal he had just created. The portal's energy gently enveloped them, their figures disappearing one by one into the radiant light.

Once everyone had entered, Lein stood still for a moment, gazing at the softly pulsating portal. He raised his hand once more, and a small glowing screen appeared before him. On the screen, he quickly typed a brief message to Haikal Emanuel, asking him to prepare a reception for the guests.

"All done." Lein exhaled softly, then stepped into the portal. In an instant, his figure vanished, leaving silence hanging in the empty air.

***

Haikal Emanuel's Island, Calamity City – Library Room

In a spacious room filled with wooden shelves brimming with old books, an elderly man sat quietly. The pristine white robe he wore reflected the gentle light of the chandelier above him. His steady, experienced hands slowly turned the pages of the book he was reading.

His gaze was sharp, yet there was a softness in it, reflecting a deep thinker. On the corner of the last page he read, the words "The Power of Realms" were clearly etched, eliciting a small murmur from his lips. "The power of realms, huh?" Haikal muttered, his low voice resonating faintly in the quiet library.

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However, the silence did not last long. Before his eyes, a glowing screen suddenly appeared, pulsing gently with a soft notification.

Haikal straightened slightly, his focus sharpening. With a single wave of his hand, the screen opened, displaying a new message. Realizing it was from Lein, Haikal quickly read its contents.

"Guests?" he murmured, his brows furrowing slightly. Without wasting time, he closed the book in his hands with a soft, nearly inaudible sound.

Never before had someone from the realm come and paid a visit; he had to prepare many things at this moment.

In an instant, the old man vanished from his spot, leaving behind a chair that still swayed slightly. In the room, only the ancient books remained as silent witnesses that someone had just been there. After his departure, the library was as quiet as ever, bright lights shining on hundreds of shelves full of books