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"Prince Richard!"
The old demigod, already on his last breath from fighting the Sea King, saw his leader arrive and struggled to open his cloudy eyes a little wider. "As long as you're all right..."
Richard looked around, showing not the slightest joy at having survived. At the sight of the town's devastation, he forced the corners of his tightly pressed lips upward a little. "Yes, you can rest easy. I'm still alive."
His smile was half genuine, half false, leaving his thoughts impossible to read.
"A city can be rebuilt. Beyonders can be trained again..." Richard looked at the Beyonders and civilians around him, either despairing or barely clinging to life, and spoke in a practiced tone. "It's all right. We just have to start over again."
With that, he walked over to Yeqide and gave the mud-covered Sharron and Maric a tug, one in each hand, praising them:
"Well done."
"Come over to my side for a trial assignment later. I'm going to be short of people."
Sharron scrubbed the muddy water from her face with her relatively clean sleeve, doing her best to hold back her grief as she asked as calmly as she could:
"Then can I go see my teacher?"
"Yes," Richard said. "If he's still alive."
Klein poured his spirituality madly into the Mind Door, but still failed to resonate with the Tyrant's mind.
The other party had completely rejected his request to communicate.
Well, that isn't surprising at all... As Klein thought this, he decisively stopped sustaining the True God-Level Mind Link with his spirituality and hurled all the madness and unknown whispers sealed within the Beyonder ability at the other party.
Medici had never become a god, so this skill could only have come from the Blood Emperor, Alista Tudor,