The commotion in the circular hall quickly subsided.
In the distance, the Stargate Special Reserve Team was leaving in an orderly manner. Sicape furrowed his brows as he watched for a while, but couldn't discern anything, so he withdrew his gaze. Meanwhile, the girl beside him was still eagerly asking him about the Invoker.
She chattered on incessantly, as if she couldn't be idle for a moment.
Yet Sicape was not at all impatient, only found it somewhat amusing—people of her generation always enjoyed seeing the successors interested in the path of the Invoker. He turned back, smiling as he asked, "Since you're so interested, why not try it yourself?"
The girl sighed and replied, "I wish I could, but my family won't allow it, and I don't meet the standards myself—" She originally had no understanding of this domain, but unexpectedly, an obscure Continental League changed everything.
Sometimes, the world is just this wondrous.
