His black robe floats silently a few inches from the tile marble floor. Broken tiles and cracked walls and pillars could be seen.
That black robe continues to move forward.
Azief enter the building calmly and without any rush. He spread his Divine Sense but his Divine Sense was being reflected back.
The tiles, the cement if the buildings is made by Anti Sensing materials.
Azief only smirk at this as he takes another step, the echoes of his footsteps reverberates inside the large hall
A lot have changed since the days when the world still do not know how to guard themselves against divine sense surveillance or something of the same manner
Azief smiles bitterly as he discover he could not canvass the area with his Divine Sense
It seems fighting with the Will of the World drain him more than he cares to admit. If not even the anti-sensing material will not be able to hinder him considering the power he now commands.
All of his Disk are spent and are slowly recovering.
