Adrian stared at the lifeless body of the Prophet lying on the ground.
'It's finally over.'
These five years had been extremely straining. He had to be constantly on guard, evaluate his every action, and was forced into a role he found very hard to play.
On top of that, he had been constantly feeling the stinging pain from the white bracelet. Even though Immutable suppressed most of the pain's effect on his mind, it was still a constant source of irritation.
He quietly whispered.
"Alisardarc."
The moment he spoke that name, his mana condensed above his shoulder and materialized into a black bird.
The bird poked his neck with its beak.
[It is about time. It is good to see you after five years, Feeble One.]
Adrian nodded.
"I can vaguely share the sentiment. Though I doubt we share the same experience."
