Traveling millions of kilometers across the starry sky, carving through an asteroid belt, weaving through the intermingled light and darkness of the cosmos.
Frequently changing directions, soaring high then sweeping low, left then right.
After three solid minutes of flight, Illusion Town was a distant sight. Only then did the Night-Owl come to a halt.
"Whew, that was close! This kid actually had a trick up his sleeve. No wonder he dared to withstand my self-detonation."
"Heavenly Slaughter Aura! Where did he get something like that from? Good thing I was able to get away fast. Otherwise, I would have been done for this time."
The Night-Owl felt absolutely mortified. As a Sovereign Strongman, having fled from a battle against a Quasi-sovereign and losing his secondary body in the process was no laughing matter. If his predicament came to light among the other Sovereigns, it would be an unspeakable disgrace.
