"Anything?"
Amaya questioned again. She had no hopes, but this time, a grin appeared on Nux's face after he was done absorbing the knowledge he just received.
"I knew devouring it would have given us something."
He muttered as he stared at the void in front of him—a void where once Rakthar, a Middle-Level World, stood.
Rakthar was a direct subordinate World of Orynthar. They belonged to the same Faction, and Rakthar's Progenitors directly took orders from Orynthar's men.
"It was about time.
This was already the Eighth one."
Amaya muttered, somewhat relieved.
They had already devoured Seven Middle-Level Worlds and sent countless to reincarnation. If they didn't get anything out of it, it would all be a waste and would put a lot of pressure on Nux.
It was the last thing she wanted.
At the same time, she glanced at the unit of 27 Transcendents hovering in the air right next to them, all of them loyal to Nux.
