Adyr kept his confidence steady and allowed a measured hint of mystery to hang in the air as he spoke.

He even considered using his Presence to nudge them toward positive feelings, but knowing that Brakhtar also had a bloodline talent that heightened his senses, he decided against it. If Brakhtar discovered him trying to influence their emotions, things could quickly become complicated.

"What do you mean, beneficial for us?" This time, Thalira stepped closer and asked, her attention fixed.

Adyr looked at her, a sincere, compelling smile forming on his face. "Let’s say that my mission here, the reason I came from the Central Region, is also something that will contribute to the development of the Outer Region and those who live in it."

He had chosen the word mission on purpose, and it worked exactly as he expected.

In every mind that heard his words, the same conclusion flashed like lightning.

Mission? So he was sent here by his race to do something grand?

More importantly, there was another word he chose that shocked them even more and jolted all their thoughts.

"You said Central Region?" On Thalira’s usually calm face, a clear expression of shock appeared. Her silver eyes brightened with a sharp light, and her voice almost spilled over with excitement.

"Um, correct me if I’m wrong, but did he really say he came here from the Central Region?" Loudbark murmured, glancing to either side, hoping someone would correct what he had heard.

Watching everyone’s reactions and responses, Adyr felt very amused and satisfied.

He knew there were 4 main regions in this world. The Outer Region was like a wasteland, something like a starting village in a game, while the Midlands were where high-level players walked and spent their time.

In contrast to these two, the Central Region was a place where only those who had reached the game’s maximum level moved, a stage where they strove for the endgame.

So any family, kingdom, or tribe that held a place in the Central Region had to possess incredible power: Rank 5 Adepts were ordinary for them; they most likely included Elder Races at the Sage level, perhaps even at Demigod.

There was a 4th region as well, the place known as the Abyss Line. Adyr did not mention it, of course, because if he were to say he was coming from there, it would be far from believable. They would either look at him as a madman or immediately understand that he was lying.

"What is it called?" Brakhtar was the first to pull himself together after what he had heard. His voice came out rough but steady as he asked the question everyone most wanted answered. "Your race?"

Hearing the question, Adyr’s expression hardened, a small frown pulling his brows together while his eyes cooled.

This time, he did not hold himself back. He let the other bloodline Presence seep out of him, slow at first, then filling the space like a tide.

The air changed at once. It felt heavier, close on the skin, as if the place had sunk a few meters underwater.

A fine tremor ran through the dry soil. Breaths shortened. Armor straps creaked. Every Practitioner felt it at once, an oppressive pressure rolling off Adyr that made muscles soften and instincts flare, the primal part of the mind warning that they were not standing before another Practitioner but before something that demanded more than respect.

Brakhtar’s pupils tightened to points. Thalira’s fingers stilled at her side. The pressure was familiar, yet somehow off, in the way a perfect copy feels off.

Then they remembered. They had felt this earlier inside the Legacy Domain and had written it off as the aura of a Rank 4 Spark. Feeling it again now, they understood: the source of that pressure, that presence, was the very being standing before them.

This is another bloodline talent. He actually has 2 bloodline talents.

Silence gathered; only thoughts drifted like clouds in a stormy sky.

A bead of sweat traced a slow line along a jaw. Someone swallowed, loud in the quiet.

Adyr spoke. The words left him with calm authority, soft enough not to break the air and heavy enough to settle on every chest like a stone. "That’s something you shouldn’t know. Not yet."

The words felt like cursed knowledge to every ear, as if the secret had to be guarded not because it was fragile, but because knowing it might cost them their lives.

"Uh... um." Loudbark opened his mouth, found his tongue stuck to a dry palate, cleared his throat, and blurted in a strained, hopeful tone, "We don’t need to know it at all, right? It’s not like we’ll die if we don’t hear it, haha."

Inside, he thought the opposite. He felt he would die if he did hear it, and the others seemed to share the same fear.

"I respect your decision." Fully convinced after sensing the second bloodline talent, Brakhtar bowed his head and spoke with formal respect.

Thalira seemed to relax as well, though a few doubts still flickered behind her eyes. She chose not to voice them.

For both of them, the most important question was whether Adyr posed a threat. So far, they had seen nothing to suggest that, and they decided to trust him for now—at least until they could step outside and speak with their leaders and elders.

"So, are we okay?" Adyr said with an easy smile, turning the Tower of Worth in his hand as if they had simply finished a casual conversation and were ready to move on.

Silence held for a moment before Brakhtar broke it. "What’s your next move now? Do you intend to find the core?"

Now that they had learned Adyr’s true identity—or at least the version he had given—no one would treat him casually as before. If Adyr wanted the core, who would stand in his way and try to take it from his hands?

Fortunately, his answer eased them.

"Well, I want to walk around a bit more and gather a few resources. I am not interested in the core, so you can take it."

Of course, it was a lie; If he had the chance, he would have wanted to take the core, but he understood that, given the image he had drawn in everyone’s eyes, it was wiser not to say so openly.

When they heard he only wanted to walk around and do some sightseeing, leaving them the full chance to claim the Rank 4 Spark, their view of him shifted again. Refusing such an opportunity was the kind of restraint only someone from a god lineage would show.

"Then we shall take our leave. I trust we will meet again," Brakhtar said. At Adyr’s nod and friendly smile, he gathered his people and left the islet, drifting into the empty void toward their next destination.

After watching the Gorathim drift away, Adyr turned to Thalira, who still lingered as if she had something to ask.

"I hope you’re not thinking of sparring with me or anything," he said with a mocking laugh; knowing her character, it was not an unrealistic thought.