Hank remained unperturbed when confronted with everyone's apprehension. It was as if he had foreseen their anxieties.

Despite his affiliation with the Hall of Gods, his upbringing in Dragonmarsh had endowed him with a profound understanding of the strength of Sacred Wrym Summit.

Even the most renowned elites wouldn't dare to challenge the Sacred Wrym Summit.

Hank reassured, "Fear not, everyone."

Then, he gestured for silence and waited until the room fell quiet before continuing, "I understand your worries. But rest assured, we won't send you into danger unprepared.

"Even if we venture into the forbidden ground of Sacred Wrym Summit, we'll take all necessary precautions to minimize risks."

"Mr. Styles, what's the Hall of Gods' plan? It's better to be straight with us so we know where we stand," Garrett asked.

"Yeah, let's have some transparency here. We need to know what we're getting into," the others chimed in.

They weren't eager to be sacrificial lambs and charged mindless