A Larger World

The many Lords fell silent.

"Are you saying… your successor was… killed?" The Azure Lord, usually composed, gawked at the old man. "Someone that powerful?"

"That place is meant for the strongest." The old man's gaze remained indifferent, as if unbothered by the conversation. "All we know is the name of the one who killed him."

"Who was it?" they all wondered. "It must have been someone from another race—"

"It was a human," the old man interrupted. "A pure human."

"Who?" Impatience flickered in their eyes.

"Someone named Zane." The old man clenched his fists. "They say he's likely the most powerful being in this competition—stronger even than Tiara of the Hell Clan."

"What?!" Everyone gasped. "Stronger than that tyrant?"

A burst of discussion erupted.

"Then it makes sense our candidate was killed," they all nodded.

"So, what's the plan now?" the Azure Lord asked.