Thud!
I fell on the ground as I walked out of the teleportation gate; the last attack took too much of me. It left me weak and shaking but Ive survived, and that is all that matters.
"Lord Micheal!"
Several voices said as I fell and came to help me, but I rejected their help. I took a couple of deep breaths before slowly getting up. The weakness had come because I had used too much energy at the time of instant; it won't take me long to recover enough to function normally.
"Let's go; I have to brief Lord Whitman about the mission," I said to one of the assistants of lord Whitman who was waiting by the teleportation gate.
He nodded after a moment of hesitation, and we walked toward lord Whitman's office.
Click!
A few minutes later, I opened the door to lord Whitman's office and walked inside. Lord Whitman is sitting on his usual chair with tens of screens in front of him, but it is not him. He is not present in his office; it is just his projection.
