Meanwhile, in the topmost hidden floor of the Sect of Hedon.
Ashahell stood in front of a window like always, looking out over the expanse of Angaria while thinking about how this beautiful continent had been laid waste by the greedy Big 4.
However, now, he had to deal with the knowledge that there was someone watching him 24/7, trying to catch him in the middle of 'activities' that might incriminate him.
He was a Peak Champion, and if it weren't for a very special trinket that had been given to him the moment he had colluded with the Church, he wouldn't even have been able to detect those sets of eyes on him which were a level above him.
Recently, his life had been completely dreary, and he hadn't been able to help but curse that seer, even though she couldn't really be blamed completely for getting the vision that had foiled his plan.
Occasionally, he also thought about the King of Lanthanor, and their little talk and his peek into his memories.
