I exhaled slowly and linked myself with the world core. The process was smooth, almost natural this time.
In an instant, my senses expanded outward, and I could feel everything that lived and moved within Sukra. The pulse of its Essence, the flow of its skies, the shifting of its lands, all of it streamed into me like an endless river of awareness.
I filtered through the flood of information until I found what I wanted: the others. Just as I expected, they were having their kind of fun.
Ragnar and Lyrate were in the middle of chaos, each holding two unconscious grandmasters and still arguing over a third one who was trying to escape.
They weren't fighting the grandmasters anymore; they were fighting each other, as if the poor woman they chased was a trophy.
Knight, on the other hand, was far away on another continent, his black tendrils wrapped around three struggling grandmasters as he darted across the land like a storm.
