It was time for Rui to depart.
He exited the Royal Throne Hall, heading out to the convoy that waited for him down below. It was comprised of many identically armored carriages; each layered with the most powerful and taxing anti-sensory esoteric technology of such immense potency that not even Martial Sages could peer through them. Not even Rui's Riemannian Echo was able to pry the truth past their unrelenting barriers.
On the other side were a team of maids, butlers, and assistants who were prepared to serve the charges in any way that was necessary. They immediately bowed their head in protocol once he descended the steps.
However, what drew his attention were the three Martial Sages who stood down below in wait for him.
Sage Damian looked miffed that he had been deployed to babysit someone who may as well have been a brat, while the Hugging Hegemon looked bored. Only the Flashing Flier appeared to be amicable with the current circumstances.
