Bayo whimpered just as the bodies of Asoju Temi and the Hand of the Sect dropped from the plain sky. He blinked one second and had seen a sudden enveloping of spatial rupture in the sky. Followed by the disappearance of the Hand of the Sect alongside the Emere.
Then the next second it was all gone and then they were out there. The time difference had been minimal. It was only but a second difference to Bayo.
Except that right now, he could see that a lot had happened. However, what did happen, he did not know about that. He was sure of one thing, whatever did happen, it must have been really disastrous.
Disastrous enough to have gotten the Asoju Temi in a really bad shape.
The Hand of the Sect stretched rather lazily now, a smile still on his face
However as Bayo observed him from the top of the hill where he was still perched on, extremely terrified, he could spot a faint trace of sadness in the eyes of the Hand of the Sect.
Are you kidding? So everything in that Domain happened in nanoseconds? Oh boy! I wonder if the two of them had been Prime Classed. Check the ratings for what Prime class is. The initial chapters there, the powere chart is there. Lol. I'm excited for what comes next
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