The Drained-Dry Kiyran

When Kiyran learned that he still had to charge nine more Malphites, he went completely blank.

It wasn't that he was unwilling to help Karya.

It was just that nine Malphites... would really drain him dry.

However, when Karya saw the bitter look on Kiyran's face, she just gave him a look that said, "Don't even try it."

"Don't think I don't know you, Kiyran." Karya didn't hold back in the slightest. "Maybe other people couldn't do it, but you? You've spent years wandering through the currents of time... Are you telling me you didn't prepare a few temporal copies of yourself?"

Hearing Karya say this, Kiyran's eyes widened as if he'd seen a ghost.

"How did you know about that?"

Kiyran did indeed have a similar skill. Just as Karya had said, he had spent years wandering through the river of time, and had indeed found a way to "invite" his past and future selves over to help.

But the problem was, Kiyran had named this spell Reflection in the River, and he had never told anyone else about it!

Where had Karya learned such a closely guarded secret?

What left Kiyran even more stunned, however, was that Karya wore a satisfied smile in response to his question.

"So you really do have a spell like that." He nodded, then urged Kiyran on. "Then hurry up and use it. Time is tight. We need to put together a simple Malphite network as soon as possible so we can negotiate with the Ixtali!"

"You tricked me?" Kiyran was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. "How did you figure it out?"

"Before you got here, I was keeping an eye on Malzahar." Karya shrugged. "But honestly, I felt like I couldn't be in two places at once. Meanwhile, you've