"There's something happening. The Golden Grove is reacting abnormally."
The location was a dark space. However, the moment the first person spoke, one floating face after another began to swirl into existence.
While they looked to be normally sized, in reality, each face was kilometers across, representing just their reserves of Aether. There was no doubt that every one of these old faces was a powerhouse amongst powerhouses, standing firmly within the D-Grade… or maybe even the C.
"Someone is clearing it at an astonishing pace. Given the speed, it feels like someone in the E-Grade, but the settings are set to F. Has there been a glitch?"
"Impossible. The Golden Grove was left by our Ancestors. It wouldn't have a problem."
"It has been a very long time since it was properly maintained."
"You know that the Golden Grove is self-healing."
"Nothing lives forever…"
"There's no problem."
A familiar voice echoed. It wasn't Megean's grandfather, but instead Zayreus'… Niafon.
