All sorts of injuries covered the Flawless' body. There were burn marks and even cuts made by what one could only assume were claws that reached all the way to the bone. Although they were not as severe as the ones he took when he unleashed the Transitional Plane, they were still dire.
Gods and Magi immediately figured out what Ivar did during the absent weeks. They would have known if a Rank 9 battle had occurred inside the Prima Universe, so it was evident that the Flawless opponents were warriors of the Eldritch Race.
Ivar glanced toward Gods' Tomb, and surprise appeared on his face when he saw that someone pushed the Divine Avatars so far to the north that they now controlled six measly continents.
Any other time, the Gods' humiliation would have made a great smile appear on Ivar's face, but now he barely smirked. The closer the moment he had been waiting came, the more pressure the Magus felt.
