Braydon Neal had a hunch that the locals might have infiltrated the 14th ancient city.
Even if they hadn't, they would likely manipulate the inhabitants into defecting.
Traitors were nothing new in any era.
The locals possessed abundant resources, and by utilizing spirit crystals, they could easily sway martial artists in the 14th ancient city to join their cause.
Braydon was relieved he hadn't lingered in the ancient city for too long.
Extended stays would expose him to potential scrutiny through covert channels.
Softly, he inquired, "You haven't explained why the bronze door was closed up in the past."
Jabir Rambau's bone-chilling response sent shivers down Braydon's spine, "Because you want to leave, and so do we!"
The Oracle Palace inhabitants sought to venture beyond the ruins.
Why?
Jabir gazed out the window at the bright moon with disdain.
"Fake Moon!" he muttered.
"What?" Braydon frowned.