Somewhere in midair within the Material World, Sonia Solom stared at the empty air before him in confusion.
At the moment, he was riding an eight-legged steed. Delasion had provided it to assist him, along with a spear, saying it could help him reclaim the Extraordinary Characteristics containing the Tyrant's uniqueness at the appropriate time.
Sonia Solom had tested it. The steed could move exactly as he wished and travel freely through various realms, its speed not the least bit slower than that of a Sequence Zero.
The spear possessed even greater power. The lightning and might it unleashed with a casual swing reminded Sonia Solom of when he had still been the Tyrant.
Not long ago, Delasion had informed him that today was the right time. Sonia Solom had eagerly mounted the eight-legged steed, taken the spear, and set off.
Yet just moments ago, his spear had suddenly run away on its own—literally. It had abruptly seemed to gain a will of its own, breaking free of his grasp and vanishing before his eyes.
As it fled, the spear tore through the boundary between realms. Based on his fleeting perception and the aura left behind, Sonia Solom was certain that the other side was the Astral Realm.
However, Sonia Solom, who should have been able to pursue it into the Astral Realm atop the eight-legged steed, remained where he was because he knew there was no point in catching up.
Sonia Solom, who had yet to resurrect, only possessed a status nearly equivalent to Sequence Zero, not much actual strength. Even riding the eight-legged steed merely gave him the mobility to catch up.
Thus, after careful consideration, Sonia Solom ultimately decided to wait where he was. If the day passed and the spear still had not returned, he could