The True Nature of Ending Power

"I remember now. You came down into the Dungeon to find me..."

In the silence among the three, Sakrael spoke softly.

"It was for the modified Dragon Slayer from back then—and you've been hinting all along that our misfortunes all stemmed from those two unspeakable, supreme Magic Users."

Ricky turned and smiled.

"Under fate, who isn't?"

Sakrael wasn't misled by Ricky's evasive answer. He calmly pressed on:

"So the purpose of the Calamity Sword's existence is the opposite of its name: to oppose calamities?"

Under Sakrael's questioning, Tales suddenly realized that, compared to probing the mysteries surrounding Ricky, the organization he led was a better breakthrough point.

Ricky clicked his tongue and shook his head.

"Correction." Ricky's face filled with disdain.

"We're Outside Tower Inheritance holders, not some 'Calamity Sword.'"

Sakrael stared fixedly at Ricky.

"You want me to join you, yet I know nothing about you. Only the Secret Section has records of you—whether it's those strange forms of Ending Power or your long-term activities under the identity of Western Wasteland Mercenaries."

But Sakrael shook his head.

"What puzzles me is that the Secret Section has always turned a blind eye to you."

At the mention of the Secret Section, Tales' heart tightened.

He thought of something and looked toward Sakrael, but the latter merely shook his head lightly.

Ricky smiled faintly.

"If this can dispel your doubts, Knight, our relationship with the Star Kingdom's Secret Section is closer than you imagine."

Hearing that, Tales grew wary.

He remembered the "Dragon Blood" from six years ago.

Back then, the Secret Section's relationship with Lumba had also been closer than he imagined—if only Tales hadn't been the last to find out.

Perhaps Sakrael's loosening tone had given him hope. Ricky continued with a smile:

"More than a hundred years ago,