Elf

The momentum of Dyon's qi accelerated and shot to another level. In an instant, Dyon no longer gave off the aura of a mortal, and neither did Saru or Lilith. In fact, their presences as immortals were so suffocating that after touching down on Segment 232, many gave them a wide berth.

"This is nice." Lilith said with a smile hidden behind a veil. "Being looked down on for being mortal was getting annoying."

If the bazaars of the mortal plane's ancient battlefield were clean of dust and replaced with better dressed merchants, it would be the identical queen of this place. Furious shouts over bartering, cheap men and women looking to sell themselves, and even the occasional fist fight were all present.

At this time, tensions were incredibly high. Who knew when the next void surge tide would hit them and it would be this bubble world's turn to join the graveyard? It was simply impossible to know.