The moment the Blackblood Lord's words ended, a deep, heavy sound rolled through the clouds above.
Thunder!
A pale streak of lightning flashed once, and the clouds darkened slightly—just enough to show the Worldly Laws had heard and accepted his oath.
The Yaksha Lord gave a small nod, a faint smile playing on his face. He then looked to Haitin.
Haitin, who had been watching everything quietly, now felt the gaze land on him like a silent question. But instead of answering right away, he turned to look at his father.
Their eyes met. And the Blackblood Lord gave him a simple nod. Nothing more needed to be said.
Haitin stepped forward. He raised both his hands in front of his chest, pressing his palms together before releasing a breath and channeling his Spirit Essence into his voice so all present could hear him.
