"You're entering closed-door training?"
Ebon Akrest narrowed his eyes as he asked.
Theron silently nodded.
"Yes, Father."
It was a rare sight—his son displaying such seriousness.
Clearly, this was a decision made after consulting with the Sword Sovereign, his grandfather.
It was a move to break through the wall of Absolute Peak in the shortest time possible.
Standing behind Theron was Zephyrion Akrest.
It was, in part, a threat.
A warning that he must not become an obstacle to Akrest's future.
However, in those eyes, Ebon Akrest also caught something else.
"...Very well. When will you begin, and how long will it last?"
"I will enter in seven days... and remain there until one month before the Skyward Assembly."
"And yet, you don't even know when it will be held?"
"Yes. But it is always decided at least six months in advance."
The Skyward Assembly was determined by the leaders of the Nine Great Sects and the Five Noble Clans.
