Pathway

"When will you ascend?

After giving a good look at the people from Planet Earth, Davis turned to look at Drake.

"I don't know." Drake pursed his lips, "I want to have the best results, so in half a century or so, I might ascend."

"So you will protect them for that time?"

Drake wryly shook his head, "Of course not. If people knew that I, your best friend, was protecting a bunch of mortals, things would turn sour for them. I've anonymously paid some compassionate Eighth Stage Experts to protect them for a century, and the official reason I spread to the world is that their mini-realm has collapsed, causing them to be ejected out here through their transportation formation."