It was a warm morning in the Dragon and Telekinetic World, the sun had just risen and illuminated the Demi-gods council below.
However it wasn't exactly peaceful here.
In one of the rooms inside the vast council, constant shrill, loud screams rang from it.
"Will he really be fine?" Zytharia spoke tentatively while squinting her eyes, refusing to look at the brutal sight before her.
"He should be fine…" the lord paused, "After all, he chose this path, if he dies it would be his own fault, he does survive then he would have finally reached Telekinetic Paragon."
In front of all the Demi-gods, Zarek was inside a room, his body twisted at a strange angle in mid-air. His muscles were cramped and his broken right leg bones were gruesomely visible to the naked eyes through his kneecap, his hands on opposite sides and his left leg touching his head.
