The Devil mountain is filled with strange energy. Inside the closed chamber the trio engaged in worldly matters.
The entire chamber seemed to hum with power as Kent and Kaban King stood face to face. The others watched in silence, their expressions a mixture of awe and concern.
Kaban King smirked. "So, you're ready to take on my fate, Kent Clark?"
Kent exhaled, his gaze firm. "I'm ready. Whatever comes with it, I'll handle it."
Elder Mahavir stepped forward, his ethereal form radiating a soft glow. "This is no simple exchange. Your very essence will be rewritten. From now on, Kent, the people of the Immortal World will see you and recognize you as Kaban King. This means both the fortune and the enemies of Kaban will become yours. Be careful."
Kent nodded. "I understand. Let's begin."
