"How was your first trip through the Astral Plane?"
Murphy asked, looking back at Prince Khufu, who had just leapt into the material world after Mannis personally guided him through the Astral Plane.
His expression was calm and impeccable, and he had a naturally gentle air about him.
But Prince Khufu had a hand over his mouth. The moment he returned from the bizarre Astral Plane to the solid ground of the material world, he shoved aside his captain of the guard, rushed off to one side, and let out a rainbow of vomit.
Well, even as crown prince of the Sangha Empire, Khufu hardly traveled through the Astral Plane every day. The fact that the astral energy had struck his mind so hard that he'd thrown up—and nothing worse—proved he usually took good care of his health.
Honestly, a crown prince shouldn't risk crossing the Astral Plane just to save time, no matter the circumstances. But the Hunting Lord's fall was far too important to ignore, so Khufu had no choice but to follow Murphy to Moss Valley and confirm the final state of the battle.
Besides, the trip wasn't as dangerous as one might imagine.
Mannis and Triton were there to protect them. And given Khufu's special status, Murphy had sensed two faint presences following them throughout their journey through the Astral Plane.
One was scorching as the blazing sun; the other was cold as a dead moon.
"That's Palom and Hades."
Mannis explained in Murphy's ear:
"They're the two demigods of the Sangha people in the Astral Plane. The arrogant sort. Normally, they wouldn't deign to hang out with demigods like us who made our own way. They only look after Sangha people who accidentally fall into the Astral Plane. Unlucky people from other races can't even