The Exit

Raith folded his arms and watched from the balcony as the soulless ran helter-skelter.

For most part they seemed relieved. The tension that bore down on their heart due to the confrontation with the sky lord was gone.

He had by all means avoided a direct fight with an experienced player.

Raith felt relieved at the same time dissatisfied.

He wanted to exchange a few strikes at least.

He sneered and lowered his gaze, looking at Othorman and Hans as they walked into the building.

'Oatmilk… what's his name again?' He scratched his head.

After spending so much time in that barbaric plane, and tasked his brain with so much calculations, now he just felt mentally tired that nothing seemed to stay for a reasonable amount of time.

'I think I just need a long rest, I should be fine after that.'

Othorman appeared from behind and said, softening his tone:

"All is ready… we can depart any moment from now"