"Not bad, a clever guy, saved us a lot of trouble."
In a hidden chamber of Nolun Academy, a group of wizards gathered as usual, watching Jeming's various performances in the Grayrock Realm displayed on the light screen above.
Oswaldo's figure slowly emerged. Although he had left the Grayrock Realm, he seemed able to directly observe the situation within the plane.
Seeing the old Knight Commander trembling as he picked up the sealing orb, his expression showed satisfaction:
"If he doesn't have any discernment, we would have to clean them out, and by then, we'll have to pull in some creatures from other planes."
"Thank you for your hard work."
A slightly bald figure nodded to Oswaldo, then refocused on the light screen above.
Oswaldo waved his hand indifferently: "It's nothing significant, these guys are no real challenge, just a warm-up at best."
Clark nodded slightly without saying more, just refocused his gaze on the light screen.
