Inside the White Haven.
Alen and Ravena had finally completed the bond and agreed to go on a journey together. However, the peacefulness of the realm was quickly broken.
Little Ravena’s high-pitched voice kept echoing through the quiet White Haven.
"Hey, tell what happened earlier! Hey, don’t ignore ! Tell , when that halo sucked us in, why didn’t we die? Our souls should have shattered!"
Ravena had kept asking Alen the exact sa question ever since the mont they beca partners.
"I don’t know..." Alen grumbled in reply.
"No! You definitely know! Tell , I want to hear what happened!"
Alen looked down at her and sighed. "Aren’t you acting exactly like a child throwing a tantrum right now? If the past you could see the current you, she would have died of sheer sha."
Ravena glared at him with intense crimson eyes, though the tips of her ears turned bright red in embarrassnt.
"No! I am not throwing a tantrum! Just f*cking tell what happened earlier!"
Alen sighed again. Turning to face her, he folded his arms across his chest. "Okay, okay..."
She stepped closer to him, eagerly not wanting to miss a single word.
"Well, the thing is... it seems I am just so incredibly lucky that even the heavens are desperate to save ," Alen declared with a confident, proud expression.
Ravena stared at him with blank, emotionless eyes. She already knew he was lying.
"Bullshit! Just tell what the hell happened. Don’t beat around the bush, or I’ll beat you if you dare lie to again!"
Alen completely ignored her threat. He closed his eyes and sat down to ditate, focusing entirely on stabilizing his newly acquired rank. This place was quiet and calm—the absolute best environnt for deep concentration. Before traveling back to Asterion, it was the perfect opportunity to solidify his growing strength.
Ravena watched Alen ignore her. She beca utterly furious and stomped toward him.
A spark of crimson energy emitted from her tiny hands. She threw her small fist directly at Alen’s face with all the strength she could muster.
But just as her fist nearly touched Alen’s skin, it suddenly halted. It felt as if an invisible force had forcibly caught her arm. She stared at her own fist in shock; her body simply wouldn’t allow her to hurt him.
She tried again, swinging her other small hand. But it also halted in mid-air before it could strike him. Her body completely rejected her commands, refusing to let her harm her master.
She instantly realized what was happening.
’Damn it! That bastard’s Oath has fully taken effect! I can’t even hit him now!’
Still in his ditative state, Alen gave a smug smile. He could sense that she had tried to attack him because her intent was rendered completely ineffective by the bond, but he still felt a little pity for her.
Seeing his smug face, Ravena felt like she should just dig a hole in the ground and hide inside it instead of going along with him. She let out a long, defeated sigh and sat down on the white floor. She felt extrely tired—not physically, but ntally. Having been reduced to a toddler stage, her power had decreased to a massive extent.
After a few hours passed in complete silence, Alen finally stabilized his rank. He stood up calmly, stretching his stiff muscles.
He looked around the vast White Haven. The place was incredibly quiet, but he didn’t feel lonely. It was as if this space had been made purely for peace. He didn’t feel anger, sorrow, or any other strong emotions here.
Not that he wanted to feel them anyway. He knew that raw emotion usually resulted in a person’s loss rather than anything good.
Anger, in particular, was just a sudden negative shift in behavior that often led to self-destruction or hurt the people around you.
If a person lived their whole life blaming others or staying angry, their relationships would grow distant, their perspective would narrow, and they would lose the ability to judge right from wrong.
But in this realm, no such burdenso feelings existed. It was as if any other emotions had yet to even manifest here.
Alen looked down at the little girl.
"Hey, Little Ravena. Let’s go to the real world now."
She looked up at him with a sleepy gaze and slowly stood up on her tiny feet.
"Okay, let’s go then."
With a casual flick of her tiny finger, the space around them warped. In the blink of an eye, Alen found himself standing back in the Crimson Sky realm, surrounded by the dried wastelands and the blood-red sky.
Alen stared at her in sheer confusion as she casually walked past him.
"Why did you bring us back to this place?" Alen asked.
Ravena looked back at him with a clueless gaze.
"Hey, little girl. I said it’s ti to go. Open the portal so we can leave for the real world!"
She stared at him and replied in a flat, emotionless tone.
"I can’t open a portal to Asterion."
"Wait—hold on! What the f*ck are you saying?"
"I can’t open a portal to Asterion," she repeated calmly.
"My power has been heavily suppressed by the universe. I can’t even use my magical projections anymore. How am I supposed to rip open an interdinsional portal?"
Alen stared at her blankly.
"So you are telling we are stuck here?! I don’t want to stay in this disgusting place with no entertainnt! Do sothing, you stupid weapon!"
"Hey! Don’t call a weapon!"
"Why not?! You are a weapon!"
Both of them glared at each other fiercely, looking as if they were ready to strangle one another.
After a few tense monts, Alen finally sighed, calming himself down. He rubbed his temples and asked in a tired tone,
"Do you have any other thod to leave this place? Or do you want to start building a house here? At this rate, our grand journey is going to end before it even gets started."
"Let think..."
Little Ravena turned serious at the thought of being trapped in her old prison again. She folded her tiny arms across her chest and narrowed her crimson eyes in deep thought.
Suddenly, she rembered sothing. She looked up at him, her tone deadly serious.
"There is one thod to leave this place... but it will be incredibly dangerous. It could even cost us our lives if we go through that way."
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