Eryndor glanced at the clock beside his bed. He had gotten a good sleep.

    He had received Erin’s message about successfully leaving the city, making Eryndor sigh in relief.

    He was all in for Lucian’s plan, but not if that meant his close ones would be trapped there. Syndra had helped him a lot, therefore he asked Erin to bring her out as well.

    Today was the day when things would go down.

    The spaceship would remain here on the fourth planet itself, with only four of them being ejected into space in a mini aircraft.

    The Forbidden Void was only at a distance of half a day from here, but the empty area in the aircraft wasn’t even enough for the four of them to sleep.

    It was the reason they were instructed to have a good sleep, so that they could stay awake for twenty four - twenty six hours, which was the time required for a round trip.

    Eryndor had a hefty breakfast and headed towards an empty room.

    There, he spent an hour or two learning how to wear a spacesuit. When he left the room, he had complete knowledge regarding the subject.

    He returned to his room and took a bag which contained essentials like food and some books, before heading towards the main room.

    All the people had already gathered there, ready for the final task.

    Just like he had expected, Eryndor felt a drain on his energy of Consciousness. The only thing was that it was steadily increasing this time.

    The people present began checking the four people thoroughly, their bags, their clothes, their spacesuits, everything.

    The drain on his energy of Consciousness kept increasing, surpassing twenty percent of the Cloak’s defensive capability before stopping.

    It was eventually Eryndor’s turn to check Liliana.

    When his hand touched a suspicious object, the drain of energy of Consciousness suddenly spiked, surpassing eighty percent of the Sovereign’s Cloak’s capability, before receding abruptly.

    It is indeed what I had guessed. Good thing my Sovereign’s Cloak had a breakthrough.

    He didn’t think his previous Sovereign’s Cloak could have blocked an attack which surpassed eighty percent of the current one’s limit.

    Eryndor managed to successfully block the attack, meaning he didn’t forget that Liliana possessed the object with connections to Earth.

    Of course, he didn’t plan to do anything with the knowledge.

    Twenty minutes later, the checking stopped, with no abnormalities found.

    Nax, I hope you’re safe.

    His best friend had taken up the risky task of being a spy in one of the Outer Domains, only promising him that he would be there when Caulin needed him the most.

    Caulin shook his head of the nostalgic thoughts and focused on the battle. He deliberately approached the main battlefield slowly, waiting for his creations to paralyse the entire army.

    His revenge was near, he could feel it.

    Eryndor had gotten one point wrong.

    One of Caulin’s conditions to the Mage Outer domain was that he would get to kill Pat Ravencroft and those certain authoritative figures who made a scapegoat out of his mother and sister himself.

    He would torture them in front of the entire world.

    Didn’t Pat Ravencroft treasure his reputation?

    What was the most cruel thing to a man like him? It wasn’t death. It wasn’t death through torture.

    He would announce their crimes for everyone to see. He would tear apart his reputation with numerous cold hard evidence he had collected over the years.

    Pat Ravencroft wouldn’t go down in history as the man who defended against the traitor Cyborg genius.

    He would go down as a rat of humanity.

    A man so corrupt, so despicable, that his actions provoked vengeance on a scale that cost a major resource city—and drove the Cyborg genius to betray humanity itself.

    The same would take place with his lackeys who accompanied him in all the underhanded tasks.

    Only that would calm the souls of his family who experienced unjust deaths.

    *****

    Eryndor and the team finally arrived at the Forbidden Void.

    Everyone experienced intense pressure on their very existence as they gazed at the massive figure before them.

    Except Eryndor.

    What he was feeling wasn’t any kind of pressure, but only a single overwhelming emotion.

    Hunger.