The arrival of the golden constructs was Emery's cue to leave. The fifteen minutes granted by the Supreme Being were up, and he needed to use the golems to lead himself and Veyarel to safety.
"Senior! We need to wrap this up now and leave!"
The Ember Sage was sharp enough to read the situation—the chaos was the perfect opportunity to slip out of the battle. He pulled his dark cosmic flames, and at the same time, Veyarel slowly began to regain consciousness.
Emery didn't have time to check the results; he quickly hoisted the man onto his back and prepared to carve a path out of the hall.
However, after only a few steps, the female barbarian suddenly leapt from her restraints mount.
"Trying to escape? In your dreams!!"
As she hovered in the air, her battlefield domain unfurled with a chilling pulse of soul energy, enhanced by the obsidian flags on her palm.
