Blaze finished seeing through the kid's memories. He was impressed by the cult for their dedication to the foolish lord of theirs.
No, I should thank this boy. I got lucky that they were following this fool.
He knew if such powers had ended in the hands of someone like Neha, then he'd be killed more times than he could count.
The boy didn't cultivate his traits and abilities carefully. This class was wasted on him. It wasn't a wonder the Collective had to guide him through everything.
However, thanks to his incompetence, Blaze could now control the cult.
That is, if I can make it through the two-factor authentication setup they had going.
Blaze shook his head, looking around the room. With a swing of his hand, he shoved the corpses inside his domain before unlocking the doors.
The two prophets had been standing there, waiting eagerly. One of them looked frail, with wrinkles covering every visible inch of his skin. The other was considerably younger, thirty years old at most.
