2245. Awakening

Noah teleported next to King Elbas without saying anything. The latter also remained silent, and the two limited themselves to watch as the sky released all the experts and assets it contained.

"It's better like this, right?" King Elbas eventually asked. "We don't want to stick to Caesar's plan too much."

"I stopped taking his fate into consideration long ago," Noah sighed. "He might have predicted something like this, but who cares? We'll act as we please."

"That's the whole point of this organization," King Elbas stated.

"Are you defending maniacs now?" Noah teased.

"Do you think a regular cultivator would have chosen to create all of this?" King Elbas asked.

Noah smirked as countless lights filled his vision. Most of them belonged to avatars, disposable weapons, and strange creatures, which created an overall white environment. Still, that halo didn't prevent Noah and the others from finding the privileged cultivators.