The sun was now beginning to rise, its rays if light peeking out of the mountains, the golden glow enveloping those that it reaches as he was walking down the dirt road to meet his that were bullies now his students.
He missed the heroes he nurtured in the past and he can't help but yearn once again to see their faces.
He has their imprint thus he can locate their location wherever they may be, no matter which universe they were in.
But of course, this method was very difficult as it needs high willpower to sustain the method, even a simple peek at their well-being within seconds already requires a huge amount of willpower.
Not to peep at them with ill intentions but to see how his students were doing right now.
He focused first and the wind on his foot was sucked by his hands. Further creating a small ball-like-glass. It became bigger and bigger and so he consumed a great amount of mana.
'Not expecting much from a second-tier Earth stage mana well but it was enough.'
"By prayer, your wishes will be answered by the God you knew. So, I will contact him then!"
He found it difficult to make an interdimensional gate to see his students in Almaria so one key for that was to contact the God who asked him to save this world.
'Ask anything in prayer and in prayer will your wishes come true,' he remembered what the God said to him.
"Dear God, I am praying for your guidance and may your will be done. I am praying that this world will not be shrouded with darkness and may I see my students once more. Even it will be the last,"
Soon after his prayer, the time stopped, and he can hear a deep voice in the sky.
He saw a pillar of fire descend towards him just on his front. Just on the dirt road and blinding light was seen emerged on the fire.
A figure so bright was on his throne, seen so big as a giant, sitting in front of him.
"As your request, I will answer it. Your faith moved the heavens and because of your faith, even it is as small as a mustard seed. It can move the mountains. Now, call forth their names and your wish will be granted,"
"Baggus, Frank, Shinpatsu, Maldor, Splinter, Snap, Deathbane, Saber, Branmoor, Mistiban, and Arthras," he spoke all the names of his students out loud, audible enough for the God to hear.
"Your prayer is sufficient for my heart to feel its sincerity. Your soul transmigrated but I found it in the darkness. I saw that your soul slumbered for almost a hundred years after you died. It was like a long sleep on your part. Now, your students have lived hundred years later but don't worry, they are still alive. But be prepared to see them. As seeing them is not for the faint-hearted. Steel yourself as you look at them. You will see what I meant and please don't cry. You will only waste it on the process. Come forward my friend, now I will open the gate for your [Clairvoyance] to see them. You should be proud of what you will witness." The God of Angels lifted his hands and great light was seen.
It then exploded as a portal was seen open. Joan smiled as a great pulse of shockwave hits his face. It was not something that Joan would do willingly but there was not something that he can do about it.
Just after that, time seemed to move once again, and the God disappeared. Birds flew in the sky, and everything was moving.
The grass swayed in the wind's touch, the cows grazed by the distance, everything resumed back to normal.
Joan can only feel excited to see it become reality to see them again.
Excitedly, he prepared his mana well for the tiring process.
He used his skill [Clairvoyance] and popped an image of the Almarian Kingdom. He saw many changes to the world he resided in, and it only made his heart race like a galloping horse inside his heart.
It only added to his dread as he saw that the Almarian continent was now covered with darkness. And the Almaria was only seen as a small part of its past vastness.
The Demon Realm now surrounded the whole continent, and it only made his heart sunk in dismay.
He regretted that he left the heroes behind, and he can only clench his fist. Thinking of his efforts in the past but it was not enough.
His death only left the Kingdom unguarded by the threats that lurk in all directions.
He died and history took place on its path.
Upon the history of what took place in his absence, the World of Almaria–a world of Monsters, Demons and Humans.
Was brought to the darkest age since he died.
Humans fought wars with each other, and they ravaged each other's lands. Upon warring, their resources were depleted and wasted.
Famine came and the soldiers were exhausted. While they were all suffering, the Demon lords came to rise and grow in power.
Attacking all the lands with all their forces. Many were slain and thus retreated to Tirad pass.
The Heroes sacrificed themselves to make a barrier, stopping the dark forces at bay on Tirad Pass. Now that they survived, they made a Kingdom and they were now called Almarians.
Having a hundred years of peace, they became successful in many ways. Their peace was sufficient for them to grow but it will not be for long.
The [Clairvoyance] skill's imagery was like sucked into the world and descended into the marketplace.
He first saw in the imagery of his skill, a boy that was strolling around in the streets. Finding something on the displayed wares of the merchants that were sometimes interesting on his part.
He was wearing his commoner's clothes of a white shirt and brown shorts. Having black hair and sharp eyes. Fierce in his looks so was his race.
"This kid is definitely a Lycan! Wait? Why am I looking at him?"
"You just look at him and observe! You are impatient for an old man like you!" Sounded a voice in his head.
Joan jolted as he was being watched by someone.
"Is that you, friend? Or should I say God of Angels?"
"Yes, now observe more as I will let you see what happened to them."