He suppressed his emotions and looked at Popov. The patriarch stared at the chaotic light and did not move.
"Your Excellency Popov, we have destroyed the temple and severed the path to the abyss… Is there anything else that the Tower race needs us to do? Can you communicate with the planar power to send us away?"
Richard could not ease. He could vaguely feel a sense of unease gathering.
Moreover, there were signs of it gradually deepening.
The vital goal was already in his hands. He could no longer delay.
At this point, Popov's eyes suddenly revealed endless despair.
It stretched out its trembling hand and pointed at the chaotic light.
Hysterical anger and fear shrouded its tone.
"They had ruined the planar power!"
Richard was startled.
He turned his head abruptly.
He did not find any traces of the planar power, But he saw an exaggerated crack in the light-engulfed sky.
