Goyo displayed surprise and desperation upon seeing the sight.

“Save me, Taiyi! I beg of you, please save me!”

He knelt in the void, kowtowing desperately, a stark contrast to his usual feared and authoritative demeanor as a confidant of the Waitara Path.

“How did someone like you, who is feared across Greater Realms, stoop to this?”

A sacred and resonant voice echoed from the void, its ethereal quality imposing reverence and respect.

Goyo pleaded, “I truly had no other choice. The demon has conspired with Xanthakos. Their treachery knows no bounds! I lost the Wuia Demon-Slayer Sword’s Upper Three Swords and the Goyoan Temple fell. I…”

“Is James the demon you speak of?”

Goyo sighed deeply, his expression pained. “Yes…”

Taiyi pressed, “Isn’t he the Chosen One that we’ve acknowledged?”

Goyo sighed again, straightening his posture as he recounted their plan to attack Taiyi Daonus Realm, emphasizing his unwillingness to defy Taiyi and his utmost respect in an attempt to appease he