"I know what you'll ask next: how to prove all this. And the answer is simple—I can't," William said.
Unlike what the Fourth Elder expected, he didn't offer a scroll of data or a scout's report. Instead, he simply shook his head, refusing to offer a traditional explanation.
"This… Don't tell me it's just a theory of yours!"
At this moment, the Fourth Elder got the sinking feeling that he had been played by a child. A flash of genuine anger ignited in his chest. How dare a porter-clothed brat waste his time during a clan crisis with mere fairy tales?
As his temper flared, he unconsciously let out another storm of his suffocating spirit power pressure. It rolled off him in physical waves, thick as lead and sharp as glass.
"Listen… to the logic… then!" William gasped out, his words struggling to find purchase in the heavy air.
