"Ri... Richard, do we still have to deal with this ourselves?"
Looking at the giant eye behind the rift, Ulysses could scarcely speak properly.
Unless the huge eye belonged to some sort of eye creature, it absolutely was not the master of the world.
He should have realized earlier that such a big world would obviously have a Star Realm Master.
Richard gazed at the eye, his body trembling violently. This was his body in fear, for the life behind the space rift far surpassed him, leaving him no chance of survival.
Yet, the fear of the flesh did not infiltrate Richard's spirit.
As a Wizard, overcoming one's instincts is a fundamental quality.
"Ulysses, run."
Richard looked at the enormous eye, and under the control of his spiritual power, the magic power within him began to operate frantically.
