Have You Asked My Fist?

Since Ren had promised the Ancient One he would help look after her friend, he had no intention of going back on his word.

Ren released his mental power.

He raised a barrier of divine power around them, blocking every attempt to probe from outside.

Its power was terrifying, yet no one could detect it.

Once that was done, Ren curled his lip.

"I'd like to see who's pulling the strings."

Countless streams of information flashed through Ren's eyes.

He mapped the surrounding space into his mind, monitoring the plane before him from every angle.

This was far beyond what ordinary sorcerers could do.

Even a god of his own level would never notice.

Ren closed his eyes and quietly waited for his prey to come to him.

Outside the plane.

Deep in the Dimension Ocean.

A figure sat in the void.

Several humanlike servants stood beside him.

But the servants were hideous, the scraps of flesh on their faces mashed together in a jumbled mess.

One look at them would probably give an ordinary person nightmares for days.

"Interesting."

"He blocked my infiltration. He's no ordinary sorcerer."

The figure on the throne spoke.

As soon as his voice rang out, warped waves spread in every direction, throwing the surrounding space into chaos.

They were the corrupting waves unique to Shuma-Gorath.

"It seems Earth's sorcerers inherited those old things' legacy."

Shuma-Gorath stroked his chin in thought.

Unused to this body, he moved stiffly.

"Those damned old fools."

"If it weren't for you, would I have to disguise myself as an inferior life-form?"

"I'm down to two hands."

He cursed in frustration.

Then Shuma-Gorath began calculating again.

"How much power has that sorcerer mastered?"

"Can I still force my way in?"

Doubts kept gnawing at him.

He had been driven from