"Someone is coming. You should hide now." Dustin's sharp senses picked up the faint shuffle of footsteps outside the door.

The movement was quiet and deliberate. It was definitely someone skilled.

"Got it." Grace nodded and quickly gathered the Dracan essences before slipping out the window. She was gone in seconds and vanished without a trace.

Barely three seconds after she left, there was a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" Dustin asked.

"It's me, Hank."

A familiar voice called from the other side.

Dustin got up and opened the door. He greeted him with a smile. "Hello, Mr. Styles. Come on in."

For Hank to show up at this hour meant the Hall of Gods was about to take action.

"Dustin, congratulations on winning the championship. I wanted to offer my congratulations in person." Hank entered the room and showered Dustin with praise. "I watched your match today, and it was incredible. Defeating Glenn was a pleasant surprise. I knew I wasn't wrong about you."

"If it weren't for yo