It wasn't long before Theron had more elixirs to heal himself and a new plaque to sense.
However, for the first few moments, he sat there in silence for a moment. He spun the plaque on his finger, his eyes narrowing. It seemed that his time left was a bit short.
'Tomorrow night.'
He planned to make his move then.
His gaze shifted to the plaque and his gaze flickered.
'This is… interesting…'
\*\*
"This is bullshit!" a voice thundered, the air rippling out in wild waves. It felt as though space was distorting, but it was nothing more than an illusion of the eye.
It was instead like one was looking at a mirage through the desert. However, while a mirage would be little more than a trick of the eye, it felt like this one was incredibly dangerous.
Elder Pipen stood in the midst of this rampaging aura, feeling a bit uncomfortable himself.
