Just then, in the shadows not far away, another figure suppressing their aura stood rigidly against a rock.
It was Elijah.
He lowered his head, his gaze icy. His lips moved, but he uttered words so soft that even he could barely hear them. "Impossible... wasn't he dead?"
"Hadn't the master prophet declared that he had returned to the gods' embrace?" His voice was thin as a thread, filled with intense unease and terror.
Both of them sensed the other's presence, yet neither dared to move.
It was as if the slightest movement would draw the attention of some terrifying existence.
The one-armed legendary warrior, meanwhile, did not even dare blink the instant Ang descended. He immediately tore apart the Magic Teleportation Scroll he carried and fled back to the God-Demon Battlefield in an instant.
He did not even have the courage to look back, terrified that that overwhelming power would pursue him.
Thus, Therese and Elijah remained locked in that standoff outside World City for half a month.
During the day, they watched from afar as the ruins were gradually rebuilt. At night, they listened from the darkness as the wind mingled with weeping.
As time passed, order gradually returned to World City, and people once more filled its streets.
The cries of merchants returned, but the deep sorrow hanging over the crowds was like an inescapable mist blanketing the entire city.
Only then did they dare blend into the crowd and leave without a sound.
After returning to Fortress of Will, neither stayed long. Each used the Astrologer's Guild's teleportation array to leave the Archipelago Plane.
After returning to Akreli, Therese hesitated briefly before the Plane Teleportation Array, but ultimately chose an unfamiliar plane at random.
Her gaze was complicated as her figure vanished into the light. From