Divine Realm...
The Clown's eyes fiercely scanned the surroundings, trying to find the entrance to the Divine Realm.
'Could the young Wizard be a Favorer of a god?'
Impossible!
I've never seen a Wizard walk the path of faith!
"Mr. Arnold, that feeling just now... was that the realm of the great Father God?" The Great Demon Commander also looked around in confusion. "Was it an invasion, or...?"
"Neither!"
The Clown stood up and walked a casual circle within the void. A layer of deep, dense black mist quietly emerged from his body, forming countless tiny tendrils that seemed to be sensing the space.
"That wasn't a normal realm opening. It was more like a mysterious force sucked him in, or rather, he merged into it."
"So, he's not actually a Wizard, but the descendant of some deity?"
"A descendant? A scion?"
