He returned to the Semrio Continent once more.
The first person Kroya saw was Aioetes.
He was the guardian of the Titan's Starry Firmament, a puppet stationed here under direct orders from the Astral Council.
"Wasn't the Astral Plane fun?"
Sitting in a seat that had already fused with the stone, he asked curiously, "Why did you suddenly come back? I've been here for a very, very long time, and I've never seen anyone suddenly return."
"This place is rather small compared to the Astral Plane."
The Titan Puppet's tone was calm.
But Kroya knew better. He had long since sensed that deep down, Aioetes desperately wanted to visit the Astral Plane himself. Being stationed here for so long, unable to leave, was practically imprisonment for him!
"I came to see my friends."
"Hmm... I suppose you count as a friend too."
Kroya held out his hand to the Titan Puppet. "I can temporarily release you from the Starry Firmament's restraints so you can leave. Come take a stroll down below with me."
"..."
Looking into Kroya's clear eyes, the Titan Puppet actually felt a slight urge to look away. Those eyes seemed to reflect everything, so clear that he could see his own wretchedness and inadequacy.
But a moment later, he came to his senses and said in shock:
"Your magic power."
"Why has it improved so quickly?"
"Even I can no longer resist your mental power."
Once someone reached legendary rank, advancing further was extraordinarily difficult. Yet Kroya had only been gone for a short while. How had he seemingly climbed several more steps already? It was terrifying.
"Have I gotten stronger?"
Kroya thought it was probably because he had resolved the matter with that ocean, then used primordial gold to create souls. Such things could not be