"Should we make a move?"
"Could he be safe?"
Paulina, Valentina and others conversed among themselves after finishing off another group of beasts.
They hadn't failed to make the connection when the secret realm began shaking.
It very likely had sothing to do with Eryndor given how he always knew sothing was going on in the background and also how he had run off so abruptly.
But seeing how there wasn't a single ssage from him for so long even after the shaking had stopped, they couldn't help but get worried.
Did sothing happen to him?
Coincidentally, Eryndor sent a ssage on their group chat at that sa exact ti.
"I am safe, I'll be back soon."
*****
Eryndor groaned slightly after he finished ssaging his group.
He didn't want them to co searching after him.
For all he knew, Morris might very likely still be alive, he couldn't let them anywhere near that madman.
As soon as he had regained consciousness, he had walked over to his bag while trying to sense if there was anything different about him.
Well, there was nothing.
He also didn't rember anything which took place during the ti he lost rationality.
But well, judging from how I still retain my Sovereign's Cloak, I at least didn't lose.
He kept the phone back in his bag and took a few painkillers to suppress the pain all over his body.
I should check my Mind Palace, it has been too long since I last entered.
A lot of black smoke ca out this ti, sothing must've gotten an upgrade right?
Telekinesis? Cognitive Scrying? Passive Regeneration? Or this Sovereign's Cloak?
But the problem was, he couldn't feel any kind of upgrade in their capabilities.
Just where did it go?
He furrowed his brows.
Could it be…my second form?
But Eryndor couldn't test that either right now.
Be it checking out the Mind Palace or his second form, both of them would have to wait.
Panting slightly, he stood up after putting aside his bag and made his way towards the entrance.
With his Qi slightly recovered, and the extended vision, he could make sure to stay at a distance from Co-founder Morris.
He tightly gripped his spiked mace, and walked with labored breaths.
He had to at least check the situation, right? He couldn't just leave things be if Co-founder Morris was alive.
With his walking speed, it took him upwards of ten minutes to finally sense the entrance through his extended vision.
What he saw made his eyes widen slightly.
There were a lot of people. A lot.
People in various clothes moving about, with a person with bright red hair overlooking everything.
Sander?
So the secret realm finally opened huh?
But what happened to Morris?
With no danger around, he figured it would be safe for him to approach the clearing in front of the entrance.
"You're finally here?"
Sander turned his head to where Eryndor was imdiately after sensing him. He had already gone through his information and seen how he looked long ago.
Therefore, he could easily recognise the student.
"Why do you look so battered? Was there another enemy?"
Sander asked with furrowed brows when he witnessed Eryndor's condition.
Dr. Kirchoff had only inford him about Morris, to do whatever it took to absolutely kill the man without any room for hesitation.
This was also the reason he didn't think twice before using a treasure he had to kill Morris with little room for error.
He could always let Dr. Kirchoff know later how he used his own treasure for this matter and get compensated for the sa.
Eryndor shook his head, and spoke.
"Just so beast, what happened to Co-founder Morris?"
Sander tacitly dropped the topic when he heard his answer and answered Eryndor.
"I killed him. Dr. Kirchoff ordered."
Eryndor nodded, not letting anything show on his face but he inwardly heaved a huge sigh.
Finally.
"By the way, you should check out your tournant website.
"The tournant will continue, and an announcent has been made, I'll take over the position of judge for a couple days until Sol recovers completely."
Eryndor nodded, and bid him goodbye once he confird that there was nothing left for him to do.
As he walked, Eryndor couldn't help but fall into his thoughts once again.
So everything is finally over huh?
He couldn't help but let out the breath he had been holding.
A few seconds later, his brows furrowed.
I can't rember how Daoisto looked.
He put a hand under his chin as he thought about various guesses.
Eryndor was pretty sure he had gazed at Daoisto's true form when he regained consciousness for a brief mont.
Is it the work of that black smoke? Did it erase that mory?
Eryndor had a slight suspicion that it was indeed the black smoke.
There was a high possibility it might be because just recollecting the true form might corrupt soone.
If that's the case, it is pretty dangerous.
I guess the fact that I wasn't corrupted when I looked at his true form with naked eyes might have sothing to do with two things.
One, I am fundantally an eldritch, so nothing would happen to .
Second, the battlefield of the ritual might be designed in such a way that it would protect the participants from everything so that they could focus their will on a single task.
Anyway, it didn't matter now, he could only put that thought to the back of his mind.
Eryndor didn't have any mories of during the ti when he activated six power systems, or he would've also questioned about why there was no progress.
Well, the reason he didn't make any progress was because everything was funnelled towards resisting the black smoke.
Looking around the empty forest, he wondered aloud with exhaustion evident in his tone.
"Now what? I'll need to go back all the way to tundra?"
Eryndor didn't want to use the teleport function again for obvious reasons. He had no points, and he didn't want to ask his teammates for points again, not to ntion it wasn't even urgent this ti.
Suddenly, he had a flash of insight.
Oh yea I can do that.
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