The crowd exchanged uneasy glances. Greg's words stirred an overwhelming urge to pummel him as he was clearly exaggerating. Yet they knew they were no match for him. The few who had initially sided with Greg now followed closely behind him without hesitation.

A gust of wind roared through the air, creating a chilling atmosphere. Suddenly, Adrian and Tyron felt a wave of energy wash over them. Before they realized what was happening, they found themselves transported to a strange space, surrounded by chaos as if the entire area had been sealed off.

“Hmph, I must commend you for breaking through the formation, kids. Since you’ve made it here, you must be powerful in your own right. I’ll grant you a proper send-off,” a disembodied voice echoed through the air, sending chills down their spines.

Adrian and Tyron exchanged startled looks. Tyron's gaze turned cold as he said, “Adrian, it’s said that ancient souls linger within this secret realm. They claim to reward those who enter, but th