"I'M HERE, LOVE! COME GET ME!!"
Rakshasa's shout traveled across the entire Demonic Cult.
It was not a metaphor.
Her voice descended the mountain like a wave, passing through halls, courtyards, disciples' houses and training areas. Some young people practicing sword techniques stopped moving at the same instant, while others raised their heads toward the upper parts of the mountain trying to figure out what had happened. Even those meditating opened their eyes, mainly because a considerable amount of rocks had just fallen from somewhere higher up.
Inside the Heavenly Hall, everyone fell silent.
Victor looked toward the exit.
He would recognize that voice even if he were on the other side of the continent.
"I'm going. Thanks, old man. See you later." Victor said while calmly rising from the chair, as if he had not just abandoned a meeting he had already interrupted without any ceremony.
Yu Jin Cheon turned his face toward him.
Victor did not wait for an answer.
