Twenty kilometres away from the Abode of the Mystics was a ship boarded by a group of Mystic Humans. They were on a transport ship, meant to head to the Brimgan Empire.
The ship was carrying Parute Fruits, the most common commodity sold by the Mystic Humans. Currently however, the ship had anchored itself, not due to the Death Hour, but due to the fight happening between two pinnacle existences.
"Wait…" One of the Mystic Humans shouted upon spotting a Parute Tree appearing and disappearing, its flickers forming a line heading straight to the Abode of the Mystics, "Isn't that…?"
Abode of the Mystics!
Ruvva found herself lodged deep inside the floor of the palace, surrounded by rubble from the many floors that had caved upon her. Standing on her legs, rooting them to the ground was Brangara. It seemed like he was simply standing.
