"Luna, are you alright?"
As the last of the devils fell, three groups erged from concealnt and surrounded them. They belonged to the Sword God Palace, the Ascension Hall, and the War God Palace. At the front stood a woman whose presence imdiately drew attention. Her appearance bore a striking resemblance to Luna, yet the aura she carried was far more powerful and imposing, even though her cultivation also remained at the peak of the Law Refinent Realm.
She was the one who had spoken.
She wore light golden armor, but its design was so refined that it resembled elegant clothing rather than battle gear, giving her a composed and noble appearance. Her golden hair was tied neatly into a ponytail, swaying slightly as she moved.
"We are fine, big sister," Luna replied with a smile. "We ran into so trouble along the way, but we managed to deal with it."
"Big sister?" Max thought as he looked at the woman, his curiosity imdiately piqued.
At that mont, Luna turned toward the group and spoke. "Everyone, this is my elder sister. Her na is Tamara."
"Tamara?" Max repeated inwardly, finding the na sowhat unusual.
Before he could think further, Lucia's voice rang out in surprise. "Wait… is this Miss Tamara from the War God Palace?"
Luna nodded, a hint of pride appearing in her expression.
"I have heard of her," another mber of the group said, unable to hide their excitent. "If I am not mistaken, she is one of the Five War Lords of the War God Palace. Miss Tamara is the legendary Spear War Lord."
"I never imagined I would et one of the Five War Lords in person," soone else added, their voice filled with awe. "And to be protected by her at that."
"Her reputation is extraordinary," another continued. "It is said that she reached the peak of the Law Manifestation Realm long ago and has deliberately suppressed her strength to participate in the Cosmic Ascension Conference."
"That is not all," soone else spoke up, lowering their voice slightly. "I have heard that among the Five War Lords, the Spear War Lord is considered one of the strongest. No one knows her exact ranking, but she is believed to be within the top three."
As one voice followed another, the group could not contain their admiration and excitent, each revealing a piece of what they knew about her.
Listening to them, Max's gaze sharpened slightly as he studied Tamara once more. He realized this Tamara was a big deal in the Divine Realm.
Tamara paid no attention to the excited voices around her. Instead, her gaze shifted directly toward Max, as he was the only one who had not shown any visible reaction. His calm deanor, as though her na held no particular significance to him, stirred a hint of curiosity within her.
"Wait," Tamara said suddenly, her tone carrying a trace of surprise as recognition dawned on her. "I know you. Aren't you the one who now wields the Sword of the Sword Sovereign?"
Max t her gaze without any change in expression and gave a slight nod. "It is a pleasure to et you as well, Miss Tamara."
Although he had never heard of her before, he now understood her status from the others' reactions. His tone remained polite, neither overly respectful nor dismissive.
Tamara studied him for a mont, her eyes filled with quiet curiosity, as though trying to see through him. However, she did not press further. She simply nodded and turned back to Luna, continuing their conversation as if nothing unusual had happened.
Seeing this, Max let out a faint breath of relief. He was glad she did not question him further. Without drawing attention, he shifted his focus toward Lucia and Isabella.
"Co here," he said quietly, gesturing for them to approach.
Both of them looked at him with confusion but stepped closer nonetheless.
"Give your hands," Max said.
Their confusion deepened.
"What are you planning to do?" Lucia asked, her brows furrowing slightly.
"It is just a precaution," Max replied calmly. "Do not worry. Just do it."
Lucia and Isabella exchanged a brief glance before extending their hands toward him.
Max reached out and lightly touched both of them.
At that mont, an invisible mark was imprinted upon them, a subtle trace of his connection to the Dinsion of Genesis. The process was silent and left no visible sign.
"You are good now," Max said with a small smile as he withdrew his hand.
"What did you do?" Lucia asked, her expression turning more serious. "I sensed a faint spatial fluctuation just now, but it was too subtle to understand."
Isabella also examined her arm, yet she found nothing unusual.
"As I said, it is only a precaution," Max replied with a calm smile. "You will understand its purpose when the ti cos."
What he had done was simple in essence but profound in effect.
He had marked them with his Dinsional Anchor.
With that mark in place, Max could pull them into his Dinsion of Genesis at any mont, regardless of distance, with nothing more than a single thought.
After their encounter with the devils, Max had co to a clear realization.
This place was far from safe.
He had no way of knowing what dangers lay ahead, and he could not afford to leave their safety to chance. This was his way of ensuring that, no matter what happened in the future, he would always have a way to protect them.
"Are you Max?"
A cold voice sounded from behind him.
Max turned and saw a group from the Sword God Palace approaching. At the front stood a young woman whose presence carried both authority and sharp intent. The mont he saw her, recognition flashed in his eyes. She was the sa person who had earlier ordered the old man to capture him during his confrontation with the elves.
Just then, Lucia's voice reached him through a subtle transmission. "Max, she is the daughter of the Palace Master of the Sword God Palace. Her na is Mira. Be very careful around her."
Max's gaze steadied as he looked at the young woman.
"What can I do for you?" he asked calmly.
Mira stepped forward, her expression composed yet unyielding. "The sword in your possession belongs to the Sword God Palace," she said, her tone firm. "Return it, and you will be rewarded generously."
Her words carried a quiet pressure, as though refusal was not sothing she expected to hear.
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