Looking around, a few decayed skeletal soldiers huddled in the corners sensed the teleportation's fluctuation and were limping towards this direction, dragging their rusted weapons.
Ronan flicked his fingers, sending out a thin golden moon blade made of titanium with a sharp whistle, scattering the skeletons one by one before flying back.
Everything was roughly the same as when he left, dark and calm, with no unusual occurrences.
He slightly sensed Heather's aura, which was still active.
Ronan squinted his eyes, pondered for a moment, and then stretched out a hand, aiming at a vacant spot in the waterway ahead.
From the center of his palm, a white vortex appeared and slowly expanded, followed by pure fluctuations of elemental energy emanating from it.
Ronan released seven or eight Level 4 Elemental Life, ordering them to patrol around, then with a popping sound, his whole body flickered and disappeared like a television turning to a black screen.
