Planar Tree (A Ten-Thousand-Word Mega Chapter-Please Subscribe)

As Aman'Thul's World-Soul completely vanished, the collapsed space and chaotic flow of time within the laboratory quickly returned to normal under Raymond's control.

Even the machine that had broken down under the Titan's overwhelming power was restored to the state it had been in before use through the combined effects of Time Reversal and reality-warping.

If not for Eonar, transformed into a large cat and still trembling at his feet, along with that platinum disk gleaming with metallic luster, one might have thought everything that had just happened was an illusion.

Jin-Gitaxias and Vashtorr, especially eager to confirm the outcome, had already returned to the laboratory entrance and were using an assortment of machines and spells to test the environment inside, ensuring there were no traps or hidden dangers.

After all, although both of them continuously upgraded and enhanced their bodies and abilities through technological iteration, they were not combat personnel at heart.

Jin-Gitaxias in particular had not taken part in a single battle since receiving the baptism of New Glistening Oil. He had never even visited the front lines, always remaining safely behind the lines to conduct research.

In his eyes, he was the brain and nervous system of New Phyrexia, the most important Praetor in the entire faction aside from Raymond himself.

The other Praetors were merely replaceable high-grade "consumables." It did not matter if they were accidentally killed.

After all, Phyrexian Oil possessed backup functions. Before long, another could be cloned, copied, or recreated.

To a certain extent, this Blue Praetor was remarkably "protective of his life," even cowardly. The moment he sensed something was wrong, his first choice would be to retreat.

But that was not because he feared death.

Under the influence of Phyrexian Oil, no New Phyrexian Creations could possibly harbor such thoughts.

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