Chapter 397
For someone as meticulous as Vellok, such an oversight was troubling.
Elsewhere, on a secluded path winding through an untouched forest, a massive carriage moved steadily forward. Its wheels creaked softly, pulled by a strange creature with multiple legs and an almost reptilian appearance. A goblin in pristine butler attire sat on the creature, his expression stoic and unreadable.
Inside the carriage, Ikenga and Keles lay on their respective beds, recovering from their earlier ordeal. The clash between Gurnak and Vorenza had been a sight to behold, one that resonated across the entire world. Every being at the sixth stage or higher had felt it, their attention drawn to the battle like moths to a flame.
For Ikenga, it was the first time witnessing such a fight at that level.
The uniqueness of the sixth stage had been laid bare for both watching gods. Keles had whispered to Ikenga when the clash began, her tone a mix of reverence and curiosity:
"So this is the path taken by those who do not ascend."
Ikenga had nodded, his gaze fixed on the distant echoes of power. What struck him most was that these beings’ domains—the usual limits of their influence—had expanded far beyond the norm. It wasn’t just a clash of powers within isolated territories. Their influence now spanned the entire world.
For a brief moment, Ikenga let go of his resistance and allowed himself to be drawn into the spectacle. His perspective shifted, and what he saw left him in awe.
The world seemed overlaid with another layer of reality, a realm where the fundamental laws of existence bent and twisted under the wills of the two combatants.