588 The Battle For Control

"Anyway, the war is over now, right?" Baiyi said, looking up at the long, black tear in the sky. For some time now, no more angels had come in through the crack. 

Baiyi's gaze shifted to the Ancient Rohlserlian Sorcerers Corps, who were still in formation. "Thank you for your fine work."

The sorcerers respectfully bowed in response before vanishing, one after the other. 

"Are they really…" the Archmage began.

"Relics of history, embedded in the sand of time. In other words, they are your Rohlserlian Sorcerer Corps. I merely brought them — or rather, their souls, wills, and powers — to the present," Baiyi explained. "Unfortunately, unlike Little Mia here, they are people of the past, so they can't stay in our time. Don't worry; I'll talk about it in detail once we all get comfortable."

Baiyi walked towards the sleeping Noirciel, princess-carried her, and pinched her cheek. "Okay. Why isn't she awake yet?" He wondered out loud.