The outside universe was different.
If Michael established a force capable of influencing an entire realm and his advancement progress changed, he would immediately have another clue regarding what the task required.
Michael remained seated on the cliff, considering several possibilities.
"Master, I've found more details about what you asked me to investigate."
Michael's thoughts stopped. He turned around.
Jester was sitting cross-legged several metres behind him. However, he wasn't sitting on the ground. His entire body floated silently in the air.
Two severed heads hovered beside him, one on either side, both belonging to the assassins Michael had brought back from Aurora.
Jester's normally unusual appearance had become considerably stranger. His eyes were completely golden.
Around him floated countless magic circles of varying sizes.
