Chapter 207: The dream
Ravi did not enter the car after everyone did. Cold hazel eyes looked around but he could not feel that aboriginal energy that he had just felt. It was not the traces left by the creatures that passed through the Nest, it was not the cosmic energy purified by the Earth’s atmosphere that every human carried and it was different from the pure energy that souls like Malik carried.
Had he imagined it? It was not possible for him to make such a mistake.
For the first time in a very long time, Ravi pulled up the Mission panel of the Sentinel Realm. It was clear he had not been assigned any other mission since Luxor, an unspoken arrangement between him and the Council at the Sentinel Realm. Using the search button, Ravi looked for missions on Earth, Star 1097. Nothing came up. He frowned.
What was it that Alya had said? That no immortal could come down here, she had to use an incarnation to come down to speak to him when she did. That energy had not been an incarnation as well, his brows furrowed.
Alya had requested he protect Malik and he had agreed. Now, even without Alya’s request, Ravi would protect his friend. But what kind of immortal would have the guts to offend King Yama?
"Ravi!" Asher called out and Ravi rubbed his brows. The possibility that he was overthinking things was very high. What kind of tribulation was Malik under on Earth and what does that have to do with Anouk? Should he intervene?
No, No, No. He might have a relationship with Malik but the moment his mind went to the person who had so coldly supervised the Netherworld Emperor’s punishment, his body shivered against his will. Best, not to intervene.
"Ravi." Asher seemed worried.
"Sorry. I was just thinking about something." He entered the car and drove off. The car had not even gone 4 miles when it started raining.
When they reached Harlem, it was already late in the evening. Malik was wearing brown lounging clothes, holding a black umbrella while waiting for them in the rain.
"Malik." Ravi sighed, there was a strange feeling in his chest. Helplessness. He had not felt like this for a while. Immortals played on a different level than him, and he now was too weak to help Malik.