The Mighty

Hallow looked over a carefully laid out map of the Eastern Worlds, his hands tracing over different portions of it. His eyes were calm and peaceful, not betraying the irritation he felt.

He was sitting in a different inn this time, in a plain wooden room bereft of decoration. A large wooden table and chair were the only pieces of furniture in the area, the map he was reading spread out upon the table.

'Damn it. The target wasn't on Tabadel or Fasfa. Both planets have been swept clean. We're currently still sweeping through Obstra, Gilton, Plantera, Triya, and Mossdol, but these will take longer.' He rubbed his chin as he thought it over. The last 5 planets were all rather unique in their makeup despite being Normal Worlds and would require more time and effort to scan.

'Where in the 30,000 Worlds could they be?' He thought, frustrated.