As the Crown Princess's thoughts wandered, a new development arose in the arena. The raging roar that belonged to Magla receded, replaced by a calm yet arrogantly assured voice: "Young warrior, I am the father of the Uthgar Tribe, the Master of Beast Virtue, the deity of the Blue Bear Totem, son of Tempus from Uthgar. I thank you for rescuing me from the hands of the Evil God, Magla. If you can release my Soul, the Father of Battle will surely bestow upon you Divine Grace, granting you endless glory, and I shall protect the souls of you and your tribesmen for generations... Young warrior, what are you waiting for? Release my Soul quickly, and I will present your deeds before Uthgar..."
"That trick is what those Devils and Demons have overplayed." Seeing the other's fervent act, Gaven couldn't help but sneer and expose, "Compared to the Divine Grace of others, I prefer gaining abilities myself, without returning them to Uthgar. I call the shots."
