Genetic Ascension

Gralith slowly looked away from Varkhul. Since he had said so, there was nothing stopping it. Since Scarval had decided to act, there was no way to stop him unless he chose to withdraw on his own. But at that point, there would be penalties for the man himself to suffer.

It had seemed that with the Rhino Lineage sending so many, no one else would bother to participate. But in the end, Sylas wasn’t so lucky... if you could have been called lucky to face off against such a ridiculous number of enemies to begin with.

In terms of the history of the Disputed Rites, this was certainly amongst the top ten in terms of sheer numbers involved.

Adding on top of that four top 300 F-tiers, two of which were in the top 100, and one of them even being the undisputed number one...

This was practically unheard of.

Slowly, Gralith took his seat, crossed his arms and then closed his eyes. At this point, whatever happened would happen.

The 713th Rhino Warlord tilted his head back and laughed again, a silvery aura radiating from him.

"Who would have thought that Gralith of all people would choose two fire crackers as his last two disciples. You aren’t really living up to the hopes of yoru Scorpion Lineage, now are you. You started off so well with Ekear, and then just decided to go all the way off the rails. Well, don’t be too side, old bastard. You still have Gwenu. Hopefully she doesn’t end up as stubborn and Scarval and progresses to D-tier already."

Gralith didn’t respond, his breathing even.

GONG.