His perspective continued to ascend relentlessly, and in an instant, he reached the stars, the world transformed into a globe that he could seemingly hold in his palm.
The starry sky was desolate.
Ethan’s gaze was immediately drawn to the pitch-black throne, where a grand figure reclined upon it, his body long gone, leaving only a hollow suit of armor.
Also present was the shadow, in which a faint light seemed to be interwoven.
It was a surge of intense emotions.
Its heart was filled with yearning and the ecstatic joy of approaching the peak.
The shadow acted first, darting straight like an arrow toward the armor.
Ethan simply stood quietly, making no move, more interested in feeling the changes brought by the ascendant electrical energy than the knowledge contained in the armor.
He didn’t need to look at the shadow to see all that belonged to it.
Its hunger, its thoughts, and... its future.
So, he remained inactive, waiting for the shadow to touch the armor on the throne, eagerly burrowing inside, attempting to absorb endless knowledge and inspiration.
Ethan heard the cold judgment, and in an instant, the surging shadow was severed into countless pieces, the small gleam caught in the palm of the gauntlet.
Then he saw the shadow’s terror, twisting and struggling in the cold grasp.
But this couldn’t stop the fate that was about to unfold.
An irresistible force enveloped it, and at the moment the fist clenched, the faint light went out.
Almost simultaneously, people in the artisan’s hall heard the sound coming from the entrance. They turned to look and saw Gray-Lid collapsed on the ground, without any visible wounds, yet his body twitching as though in a seizure.
This primal response was abruptly interrupted by a certain voice.
This is the fate deserved by the cheater.
It was a distant and authoritative voice.
Ethan watched as the armor on the throne rose, the empty headgear facing him, he gradually understood the essence of the armor, it seemed to be an emotionless examiner, preventing the treasure from falling into the hands of "cheaters."
"You are the first, and also the last."
Once again, that cold, unfeeling voice emanated from beneath the helmet, "Now, accept your reward."
"I did not come for this."
Ethan said, he verified his theory, he seemed to see the essence of this knowledge, it pushed the Master of Tides to the throne and also bound him to it forever, it contained a strong will, and an infinite sense of responsibility toward humans of the Western Continent, waiting for another successor willing to sit on the throne.
But obviously, he did not intend to stay in the Western Continent.
The armor was programmed in advance, it couldn’t understand Ethan’s words, still standing there, waiting for the coronation ceremony to be completed.
However, he decided to help the Tide Lord fulfill a wish.
The trials within the mechanical fortress allowed him to further master the ascendant electrical energy, which could also be considered a gift left to him by the Master of Tides.
An arc spanned the plane, opening a portal behind him.
Return to the throne.
I’ll help resolve the historical legacies of the Western Continent.
The arc penetrated the armor, and this time, the ruthless "examiner" finally understood him.
It returned to the throne, returned to silence, patiently waiting for the next candidate to arrive.
When Ethan opened his eyes in the hall, Gelb almost impatiently asked.
All the craftsmen held their breath, waiting for the answer they longed for.
This amateur from the Empire has already inherited all the knowledge of the Master of Tides?
"Good news, I found some treasure."
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