If Veluriyam Capital’s heritage had had the requisite spirit stones all this time, had he wasted his time going to Myriad Abyss Island?
After some thinking, he could confidently respond that he hadn’t. How else could he have slain Old Lightford otherwise, that wily sovereign of the monster demons?
How could he have gathered together such a capable group of subordinates, or found the remaining sacred beast he needed? How would he have gotten his hands on those pentacolor crystals? They were important instruments in the war effort against demonkind!
The two trips he had made to Myriad Abyss had not been in vain!