"I'm sure this is the anchor."
The Ancestors stared at him in stunned silence, their expressions ranging from disbelief to barely contained irritation. One of them — the draconic figure — opened his mouth as if to protest, but no words came out.
Ash simply smiled wider, taking another drag as the bizarre room seemed to pulse with the weight of NovelGeek2's eccentric touch.
HUMMM!!!
Before any of the Ancestors could speak, Ash waved his hand lazily.
In an instant, all five of them were compressed into small, neatly wrapped gift boxes — complete with bows on top — floating harmlessly in the air.
With another casual flick, he sent them away for future use.
"You all will do nice for the finale," he muttered.
Ash continued walking deeper into the cluttered chamber, smoke curling from the joint between his fingers.
He spoke up, his voice carrying as though he were addressing the very essence of the realm itself.
"So... you're saying this is really all the Unknown has in store?"
