And then something flashed from my inventory and vanished inside that swirlpool. Without the need to check, it was my golden quest ticket.
"It's here," I slowly said, "let's go!"
No matter what awaited me there, I was ready to face it!
I had to admit, I always thought about the Hescos and their allied races in that golden quest.
I never expected old enemies to the angels to set their gazes on me and place much importance over my participation.
Were those old grudges that deep? I couldn't tell. I still had the same belief that whoever did that to the old man's race weren't people from this universe, but people belonging to those mysterious forces.
Even if they used the people of the other universe to do such a thing, they'd still be the ones who instigated such a thing.
Losing all the races who were efficient in time and place powers wasn't a simple coincidence. And the angels from Sith's mouth were ones who were brilliant at both powers.
