Zax was fuming with fury.
Escaping before the eighteen Mythical Immortals’ net will seal his path of retreat completely, meant he had not a moment to spare.
‘COME!’ He ordered the Three Directions Crown's artificial intelligence in a short and sharp tone.
‘Affirmative’. The monotone voice replied. ‘Arrival is estimated in a minute and thirty seven seconds’.
WHOOSH!
Zax ascended to the sky, to outer space. From a certain view point, like a dazzling ray of black and gold that no level of the heavens can stop. From another, like a small fish being dumped in the grand ocean and to make matter worse, at a spot infested with sharks in a feeding frenzy.
‘Block him!’ Mortor Marer Mir passed a message to the five other groups, while elevating with his, drawing the inescapable net up.
“Becau
