"How–how is he alive?" Gel had carefully made her way with Orion bound in some strange rope. Hope was happily hopping with ease down the rocky incline as if it was a flat path.
The battle against the Empire had not even lasted a day before demons were scattering in all directions. The sheer panic and devastation left Gel in awe. No Immortal had waged war in living memory, but now the Empire was just gone.
There were no buildings nor even ruins to mark where it had been. There was just a verdant crater where it had once been. Trees that looked more ancient and powerful than any in the forest now existed there.
The herbs were profound and even the simple grass felt stronger to Gel's senses. Orion was only able to follow as the rope binding him rendered his Qi and strength less than a child's somehow.
It had been something about dispersing Qi and causing random signals to his muscles but it sounded impossible to Orion.
