As Corey's scream resounded far and wide, the Nyxmare huffed in delight and mockery. The lips of the Throne curled up slightly, and then he shook his head with a soft chuckle.
"I thought I told you not to severely injure him."
The Nyxmare neighed, and the Throne released an exasperated sigh.
"Even if he can heal himself, there's obviously a limit to this. What if he's not able to heal the injuries you gave him?"
The Throne sighed once again while holding his glabella. The Nyxmare neighed, and the Throne slowly turned towards the ruined Temple.
"I guess you're right. Since he's badly injured, he should not be able to escape while I face this persistent pest."
Three seconds after the Throne said these words, a ray of light shot out of the top of the Temple, and a second later, this ray of light transford into Eryndor Castiel.
His golden eyes instantly locked into the Throne, and his golden eyes stared right into the golden slits of the Throne. No words were spoken and no actions were perford, but the winds beca turbulent and the space in between these two beings beca slightly hazy.
Three seconds later, Eryndor shifted his gaze away from the Throne to his surroundings, Despite the dense black fog that filled the environnt, he was able to see everything with ease.
He saw the crushed bodies of so of the n and won they had gathered, and he also saw the damage that had been done to the environnt. Despite the deaths, damage, and loud noises that had occurred between the Throne, the Nyxmare, and Corey, none had woken from their sleep.
Eryndor looked at the damage done to the environnt once again, and he frowned slightly in confusion.
'Why is the ground shattered and why does it look like a battle occurred between the Throne and these people… No, these people did not battle the Throne. Sobody else did… But from what I can see, it doesn't look like a battle.'
'What the hell happened?'
Eryndor was not bothered by the deaths of the people around him. There was not an iota of concern towards the lives of these people. Instead, what he was concerned about was who or what had been battling the Throne.
He looked around once more, and this ti around, his golden eyes glowed with a golden light. A second after it glowed, he noticed sothing odd in the distance.
"Hmm."
He saw an unfamiliar young man with violet-blue eyes, a face that was slightlyess handso than his, and black hair that was white at the tip. The young man was severely injured, and in these injuries, he could sense the aura of the Nyxmare.
'Why would the Nyxmare attack him? He's just a Tier 2. Besides, who the hell is he? And why is he here? What's going on?'
Eryndor was about to keep on observing Corey, but the Throne's voice drifted into his ears, and his attention was shifted back to the Throne.
"You seem quite talented and powerful. Who is your backer?"
The Throne asked, but Eryndor remained silent. The Throne shook his head with a soft sigh.
"Golden eyes, a handso face, loves wearing white clothes, a halo-like light always surrounds you, and that look of arrogance and indifference at the world and everything around you. I guess you're from the sa place as that bastard… The arrogant Supre God Empire."
Eryndor was not surprised that the Throne was able to precisely guess which organization he belonged to. The Supre God Empire, the Throne, and the Throne, had a history, and because of this, the Throne was extrely familiar with mbers of the Supre God Empire.
However, Eryndor remained silent despite the Throne's accurate inference.
"Arrogant as always. That's how you, mbers of the Supre God Empire have always been. You believe that you're above all, and that's why I always slaughter every mber of the Supre God Empire that arrives in this world."
Eryndor's expression changed slightly, but he remained silent.
There was a particular question that has always been on Corey's mind after he fought the Capra Kingz and the question was why the strongest beings of the organizations that were in affiliation with the Underworld and also knew of the Shattered Dinsion, refused to conquer the Shattered Dinsion and obtain it's resources and secrets.
The strongest being in the Shattered Dinsion was comparable to an extrely powerful Tier 6 who could kill and battle Tier 7s, and Corey was more than a thousand percent certain that there were beings above Tier 7 in most of these organizations.
If that was the case, then why was it that no organization had obtained the Shattered Dinsion for themselves. Enjoy new chapters from My Virtual Library Empire
Corey was not the only person to have had this question, however, very few knew the answer to this question. Even so Chosens had no idea of the answer.
The Shattered Dinsion was a dinsion that disallowed the entry of Tier 6s and above. If a Tier 6 and above forced their way into the Shattered Dinsion, their powers and abilities would be thoroughly sealed, and the only abilities and powers they would be left with are those they had when they were Tier 5s.
The higher the tier of the individual that forced himself or herself into the Shattered Dinsion, the more vicious and thorough the sealing power becos.
Ten thousand years ago, there was once a Tier 8 who forced her way into the Shattered Dinsion because of the allure of the secrets and treasures of the Shattered Dinsion, however, her abilities were sealed to the extent that she could only display the abilities of a low level Tier 5.
She eventually died at the sword of the Throne, and this woman was a mber of the Supre God Empire. In fact, she was a concubine of the Emperor of the Supre God Empire.
After the death of the Emperor's concubine, the head of the Throne was wanted by the Emperor of the Supre God Empire, and the reward for the head of the Throne was not small by any ans.
So many mbers of the Supre God Empire and even those who were not mbers of the Supre God Empire have tried to kill the Throne after it was known that the Emperor of the Supre God Empire desired the head of the Throne.
However, the Throne was still alive.
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