The elders exchanged silent, wide-eyed glances. At this moment, the illusion of William being a lower realm youth had completely shattered.
They felt as if they were standing in the presence of a seasoned, hidden expert who had lived for thousands of years, cloaked in a young man's skin.
"Fifth," William's voice grew even more resonant, vibrating through the table they sat around.
"I have already gained something huge from the Fox: this world. This Medium World is now my fortress. I can link it to dozens of lower realms, cultivate endless armies of strong, capable masters who know nothing but loyalty to the Fox Guild, to me.
Then I'll lead them in the final battle against that son of a btch. Let me ask you: is there anyone sitting here, is there anyone currently in the Upper Realm, who can claim such a feat? Is there anyone but me who can turn the Fox's own backyard into his graveyard?"
"..."
