Chapter 89
The command room of the Tryst Guild was unusually tense. All the guild elites were present, including members from the Silver Guild. Everyone wore the signature Tryst colors—white robes with blue linings—standing like silent statues beneath the dim overhead light.
"I'm tired of waiting. Can someone speak already?" Aiden broke the silence, his voice cutting through the air like a blade.
Silver Wing stepped forward in response. He gave Han a respectful bow before addressing the room. He had already mentioned to Han that he had a lead on an Evol Shard, and now it was time to elaborate.
"Several hundred years ago, before skills became widespread," Silver Wing began, "there existed a legendary martial arts competition known as the Power Tournament. Back then, strength was measured by raw talent and discipline—no awakening, no skills. Just technique."
