The clouds of dust in the destroyed city settled down. The sky slowly began to show a red hue as the sunset drew near. The battle had lasted a good chunk of the day, and it was better to say that their minds were more tired than their physical bodies.
However, Sylvester had long understood that the little trick he pulled with Saint Scepter also meant trouble for himself. 'Now he also knows where I'm from. This can go two ways—He'll either come after me to kill me or take an interest in me in a more familial way. Based on what Gab found, I don't think there ever existed more than two people from Earth in this world at the same time.'
Thud!
Tired, Sylvester threw himself onto the ground and lay on his back, gazing at the sky. He took a few soothing breaths, attempting to regain composure before getting back to work. There was a lot going on in his head, and the question of what would happen next weighed heavily on his mind.
