Alm and Bruno analyzed that chaos tree carefully; what was inside didn't exactly look like a soul, but it acted like one. At first, it seemed extremely weak. Only time would tell what could come of it.
Turning back to the current situation, they were on an island made of piles of bones, floating above a nearly invisible sea. They looked at the sealed space around them, examining it seriously.
'We don't know how long this sealed world will stay open, but the heroes will definitely keep it completely isolated until they find us. No one's getting in or out, so we don't have to worry about that,' Bruno murmured.
'Now comes the real problem. They've already seen us and will notice that everyone who was in a coma has escaped. There's no other way but to kill them all... there are just hundreds of immortal heroes... we've gotten ourselves into something practically impossible, right after we came back.'
