He followed a pathway that he didn't know the end of nor the true direction of.
Ever so often…
BZZT!
As if he came upon a fork in the road, he grazed something that rapidly ate up the Authority protecting him before he veered forward in another direction.
Every time something like this occurred, the heavy waves of authority protecting him were reduced greatly!
If he didn't arrive where he should arrive before the Authorities protecting him were used up…this whole venture would be deemed a failure.
And the other part of himself may not even know it.
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In the Gladiators' Arena that was currently tainted with an obsidian hue.
At the center of the grandiose Nine Thrones, the visage of the Viceroy rose up with a stern expression as in front of him, a thin of golden light prevented the expansion of the Declaration of the Outerversal Morphon Ginnungagap from ever getting close to them.
