318. The Seedling’s Fork
Year 285 (continued)
Lausanne, on Mountainworld
Lausanne stood at the side of the crater, the demon king already crushed by Aeon’s roots. The corpse of the armadillo demon king was filled with roots that tore it apart. One of the roots was holding an intact demon king’s core. It would be another one for Aeon’s group of mages and artificers to study.
But it was just a passing point of note. Her mind was preoccupied. Ascension.
Something she had hoped for, and now she had finally achieved it. Her mind swirled at the choices.
She had never planned for this part. After all, without knowing what the [domains] were, what sort of planning could there be?
She looked around.
Was she the only one? Ebon looked exhausted, and she felt for him. He had worked just as hard. There was Hoyia on the side, she seemed relieved. She also felt a little bit stronger. Hoyia was in the Level 140s, but she wasn’t exactly at the edge. She must’ve gained a few levels and now she was on the cusp of becoming a domain holder.
But Ebon noticed Lausanne’s eyes, and he walked to Lausanne. “You did it. I could feel it.”