Factoring the Situation

The ancient soul hidden deep within gave the little grass a chilling sensation, as if it could defeat her at any moment.

After settling the seven-leaf grass, Braydon Neal turned to Lukyan Flerov's body and said lightly, "Halya Kanevsky had a son for you. His name is Saven Flerov. You can visit him when you have the chance."

"Your ambition is overwhelming!" Lukyan's body retained a remnant of consciousness, almost like a spiritual presence. 

As the seals were broken, the remaining fragments of his will controlled his body to suppress the little grass, Shadey Kanevsky, and the others. 

Now that all the arrangements had been undone, the remnant thoughts reemerged. 

They seemed to pierce through Braydon's heart and the secrets of his body.

"After thousands of years of effort, how can the scheme still be in front of us?" Braydon was direct, openly acknowledging the scale of his ambition.