Across a serene plain some distance away, something unusual happened as thousands of thunderbolts streaked across the sky. The space around them warped into a spatial passage about ten feet high.
Emerging from that passage was Severin, who used his divine senses to survey the surrounding terrain. Fortunately, the Teleportation Slip had not transported him to an unfamiliar location, and he recognized the plain as somewhere not too far off from the Grandiuno Sect.
After calming himself down for a moment, Severin retrieved two pills from his spatial ring and ingested them. The pill then transformed into spiritual energy that coursed through his body, mending the misplaced organs and shattered meridians.
"That was close. I nearly died at Favian's hands." Severin exhaled heavily and withdrew his consciousness from his body.
The strength of a level nine paragon proved to be far too formidable. Favian executed only one move, yet Severin was already forced to utilize his Teleportation Slip to escape. He was forced to deploy the backup treasure prematurely in the face of Favian's might.
"Damn those Gahrrs!" Severin's cursed. "They'll pay for all this! Just wait!"
Severin was angry at the Gahrrs because they had forced him into using an item crafted by a royal paragon for emergencies. Not even the unaffiliated practitioners in Midland might possess that sort of were item, which made their existence in Southsky even scarcer. After recovering from his injury, he said to himself, "I should return to the sect as soon as I can in case the Gahrrs try to chase after me again.
He ascended into the air, transformed into a streak of light, and headed back to the Grandiuno Sect.
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