Strength Test

A complex Rune appeared before Ian as he tried to locate Malakai's dimension for a second round. He held a grudge and would never allow this humiliation to be brushed aside.

"How long have you been awake?"

"About three years?"

"What? It's been that long? I promised The Ancient One I'd return after a month."

"She came two years ago," Morgana said. "I told her you were busy, and she understood completely."

"That's good. So, how do you feel?"

"I feel better than ever." Their souls were connected, so when Ian broke through the Soul Limit and began the process of attaining Soul Divinity, Morgana also felt her own abilities improve. Ian nodded. "So, what exactly happened?"

"As I said, we intruded upon a battle between two Tier 12 entities. The shockwaves nearly destroyed Netheril, and one of the entities even glanced at us. That's why our souls and minds were damaged."

Ian sighed silently, and a fierce desire to become stronger and reach a higher tier surged within him.

"I teleported us, Netheril, and Albion to different timelines, hoping to divert their attention," Morgana continued. "I used the last of my strength to divine the nearest dimension with the highest chance of survival, then landed in front of a woman named Aisha. I implanted a mental suggestion in her mind to ensure your body's safety, then entered a deep sleep to recover." Ian exhaled. At a time like this, he was incredibly grateful to have her by his side.

"This time, I owe you big."

"Of course you do. You should praise me more, and you need to give me a raise, too," the purple-haired little fairy said smugly.

"I will," he said with a soft laugh. "Do you know if Netheril was completely destroyed?"

"The situation is terrible,