Worse

"You wanted to speak with this old man, Lord Eldaernth?" The Mathilde Clan's old Patriarch entered a secret room of Nightmare Palace silently. Although the Palace Master didn't react very much, a light smile played his lips.

"Your cultivation… It's improving even now…" Eldaernth mused.

Bialaer didn't deny as it would be a waste of time. "A recent event allowed a weight on my spirituality to be lifted. My mental state has raised as a result." He replied softly.

"A recent event… you say…" The slow and deliberate words of the Palace Master had a way of applying pressure even when it wasn't his intention. "You seem to have opened a pathway to breakthrough… Congratulations…"

"If our Devil Quadrants can gain another Higher Existence, it will greatly improve our position. But, I only have a 10% certainty." Bialaer explained. "My bones are too old."