Book 12, The Descent of the Gods – Chapter 19, Controlled

Linley, Fain, the Violet-Gold Rat King ‘Harry’, all flew in a straight line. The three experts flew at a very fast pace. Soon, they appeared within the Forest of Darkness and arrived within the borders of the Baruch Empire.

Linley clearly was rather nervous. He secretly sighed, then urged, “Harry, fly a bit faster. I’m worried that those two silver-robed men will begin the massacre before we arrive.” Linley was still quite nervous.

An entire city’s worth of people had been slaughtered.

The deaths weren’t even the worst part of it; the worst part was the turmoil and terror it was causing in the hearts of the commoners.

The citizens of an Empire wouldn’t be too terrified by a million people dying in battle, but a hundred thousand people dying in a city for no reason at all was simply too astonishing.

“No rush. It’s fine.” Harry was in no rush at all.

“Harry, just fly a bit faster. I know exactly how fast you are.” Bebe spoke up for Linley.

Harry glanced at Bebe from the corner of his beady little black eyes. Shaking his little head, Harry said with a laughing sigh, “If we get there too soon, we’ll miss out on the fun.”

Linley and Fain exchanged glances. Get there too soon? Miss out on the fun?

The three of them soared through the air for a bit longer. In the end, Linley couldn’t refrain from asking, “Harry, what do you mean? What fun are we going to miss out on?” In his heart, Linley was still worried about those two silver-robed men.

The night wind blew against Linley, rustling past his clothes. Harry turned back to glance at him. Putting on an...