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Seeing that Ram nodded his head in approval and everything was progressing as planned, Korrin wasted no time.

He stepped confidently toward the Blood Eye, that was floating above the altar, its gaze locked onto him.

Without hesitation, Korrin mentally accepted the summons. The instant he did, he felt an overwhelming presence surge into his mind—an ancient, powerful spirit will.

Its touch was cold and emotionless, yet it conveyed a flood of information in a split second.

Korrin's eyes flashed, and he understood. This was it—the Lord's Trial had officially begun.

Turning his attention to the gathered cavemen, their rough faces filled with excitement and eagerness, Korrin raised his staff high, his voice ringing out over the clearing.

"Brave warriors!" he called; his voice amplified by the spiritual power so that all the cavemen could hear it. "Today, you fight not just for yourselves, but for your people! For the evolution and glory of all cavemen!"

The cavemen roared in response, their voices booming across like thunder.

Korrin continued, his voice filled with determination. "We stand at the final step of a trial that will test our strength, our courage, and our will to survive! Those who emerge victorious will be reworded—those who fall will die as warriors! Now, prepare yourselves for the war that awaits!" NovelFire-your-novel-source

A collective deafening roar erupted from the crowd, loud and clear spreading across the entire second floor of the void space.

The cavemen began to pound their chests, their battle cries shaking the earth beneath them.

Their blood was burning with excitement, their hands gripped tightly on crude weapons—clubs, axes, and sharpened stones, in the air, while others smacked the ground with such force that the dirt trembled.

The very atmosphere seemed to tremble with their collective bloodlust.

They had been waiting for this moment, and Korrin's words only fueled their fervor. Although they didn't know what they were up against, their cheers resounded, united by their belief in Korrin.

Just as the last of Korrin's words echoed in the air, the Blood Eye pulsed, glowing brighter and brighter, and without warning, Korrin's body vanished—disappearing in the blink of an eye.

It wasn't just Korrin.

Moments later, every caveman who had offered their blood to the ritual began to vanish as well.

One by one, tens of thousands of cavemen disappeared, whether they were Tier 1 or Tier 2 or 3 their bodies dissolving into shimmering particles of light, carried away to the trial space.

Yet, even as they vanished, their cries of excitement filled the air, their voices loud and filled with reckless abandon, eager to meet whatever challenge awaited them.

The ground beneath the altar shook as the last of the cavemen vanished, following them the Blood Eye faded away, its pulsating glow dimming into nothingness.

Leaving behind Ram and his group, along with a few Half-drown cavemen, including Nyra, stood with Ram watching the empty space where Korrin still stood.

These Half-Drow cavemen were the ones Korrin had instructed to stay behind. Their faces were a mix of confusion and determination, expressions fierce yet uncertain.

Nonetheless, they stood vigilant, guarding Ram and the altar, ready to defend it until their final breath.

Sid, Mai, and the rest of the group stood there, unaware of what happened. The once chaotic scene filled with the cavemen's war cries and excitement had been replaced by an eerie silence.

Sid was the first to break the silence, still processing what he saw. His brow furrowed in disbelief as he tried to make sense of what had just happened.

"Damn it, what happened?" he muttered, his voice tinged with a mixture of awe and confusion. "Where did all those cavemen disappear to?"

Ram exhaled deeply, he glanced at the altar, its surface still marked with dried blood from the ritual.

The runes no longer glowed, but their ominous presence lingered, a reminder of the power of the Divine Spirit Tree they had just witnessed.

"They've been summoned, by the Divine Spirit Tree or part of its consciousness," he said quietly, his voice low and contemplative. "They're in the trial space now. Korrin... he's leading them."

"D-Divine Spirit Tree?" Sid blinked, his shock turning into frustration. "Summoned? Trial space? What does that even mean?" he demanded, stepping closer to Ram, his voice rising. "You'd better start explaining before I lose my mind!"

Ram sighed, running a hand through his hair as he tried to piece together what little he knew. "I don't know much," he admitted, shaking his head.

"Most people on Blue Star don't know about the Lord's Trial or even the Lords themselves. It's been kept hidden for a long time."

Sid's brows furrowed. "Wait... what do you mean? There's a whole trial named after these Lords, and no one knows about it?"

Ram nodded. "Yeah. According to what I've learned—mostly from..." he stopped suddenly.

His voice dropped as he looked at Su Mu or more at the Evil Spirit without going into too much detail, "Only those who fought in the war against the Alien Lords two hundred years ago knew the full story. But after that battle, something happened."

Mai, who was standing beside him, narrowed her eyes. "What kind of something?"

Ram exhaled slowly. "The Dawn Federation. They erased everything. Every record, every detail about the Lords and the war. Sharing information about it turned into a taboo."

"Anyone who knew anything became silent and did not dare to go against the Federation."

Liam whistled low under his breath. "That's some serious cover-up. You're saying the Federation just... erased history?"

"Exactly," Ram replied. "Whatever happened during that war must have been catastrophic, something the Federation didn't want anyone to know. And the Lord's Trial? is the one that can help Korrin and other cavemen evolve further."

Liam let out a low whistle, his eyes still fixed on the now-empty clearing. "Well, damn. That's some heavy stuff. You're saying Korrin's leading those cavemen into some kind of large trial battle? Sounds like we're missing all the fun."

Ram shot him a look. "Trust me, brother, this isn't fun. It's a matter of life and death for them, and you are needed more here than there."

Sid, still visibly agitated, crossed his arms. "So, what do we do now? Just sit here and wait for them to come back?"

"Trust me, the real fun is just about to begin," Ram shook his head as he spoke while glancing at Nyra who was waiting eagerly for his orders, and nodded his head in approval.

Nyra, standing ready and almost vibrating with excitement, caught his gaze and nodded eagerly. She didn't waste a moment.

With a swift motion, she pulled out a strange, bone-crafted flute, its surface etched with eerie symbols that pulsed faintly in the dim light.

Bringing the flute to her purple lips, she blew a sharp, haunting note. The sound reverberated through the air, sending a bone-chilling screech across the floor, like the cry of some massive rat.

The echoes lingered for a moment, filling the vast expanse. Sid winced, covering his ears. "Damn, what the hell was that?"

"Master, it's done!" Nyra announced cheerfully, immediately throwing herself onto Ram's left arm, hugging it tight as she gazed up at him with wide, expectant eyes, her excitement bubbling over.

"I did good, right?" Her tone carried the enthusiasm of a child awaiting praise, her expression practically screaming for approval.

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