With a face devoid of any remorse, the white-robed man shifted his gaze back to Sylvara. A cruel smile played at his lips as he raised his hand. The translucent bubble enclosing Sylvara floated in the air, obediently following his motions.
Silent as a shadow, the white-robed man stepped towards the portal, the ten holy kings behind him. The air grew heavy with anticipation as they disappeared, their departure leaving only a chilling emptiness in their wake.
After a substantial passage of time, Kai's figure emerged amidst the desolation of the once magnificent city.
As he surveyed the desolate remains surrounding him, a hint of amusement flickered in his eyes. "It seems like I am late," he mused, his voice tinged with a mix of sarcasm and frustration.
