Michael didn't spend much time in Aurora.
That had been the case for a while now—especially throughout the tournament process.
It wasn't yet time for him to shift his full focus back to Aurora. That moment would come soon, very soon… but not just yet.
Right now, Michael's main goal was to tie up a few loose ends in the land of origin.
Upon returning to the Land of Origin, he resumed meditating, after once again trying to probe deeper into his talent—seeking something new.
As usual, he found nothing.
It didn't bother him much.
He was just testing his luck, as always.
The next day arrive quick and a visitor came to Michael residence.
It was a familiar face.
It was the middle aged man that had a hand in officiating the duke's tournament.
The man sat in silence, his brows slightly furrowed as he glanced around the interior with visible confusion.
