A resounding growl was heard before it turned into a wail of dissipating cry. The Remnant stood no chance with Graham covering their advances. It was nothing more than stomping a few ants for him.
"How many times does that make?" asked Lyon. "Seven? Eight?"
"Eight," nodded Kesya.
Lyon raised his eyebrows looking at her. He never thought that she would be the one counting the numbers.
"Are we not there yet?" asked Lyon toward the beauty in front of him.
"Not yet, but we are close," said Cecile before she suddenly stopped her steps. She pointed out forward against a hill, "Just beyond that hill."
Lyon let out a sigh as he saw the pathway was going upward. Going to the new realm, he didn't think that it would be on foot. He had tried to fly but there was no mana in this place, no energy source whatsoever. Magic was immediately annulled along with the manipulation from art.
