"Correct yourself." Alex raised a hand and opened his palm.
The eyes continued to look down on Alex, not putting his existence in its gaze.
Alex slowly started to close his palm, starting from his pinky finger. As his fingers covered his palm, the space where the giant eyes in the sky were, began to compress and squeeze.
But right before Alex's index finger could fall, he found it hard to keep the rest of his fingers on top of his palm. It was as if something was trying to force his hand open.
Suddenly, Alex started to hear a voice speak, madly in his ears. He couldn't understand the language, but he could discern the intentions behind the language.
'A mortal soils my return, with such puny powers. If you do not wish to die a gruesome death, complete the ritual for me.' This voice came with some kind of compelling resonance. If an ordinary cultivator listened to this voice, the person would have lost his mind.
This isn't the end of Ogun, it is just the beginning...
I know that my update frequency is the worst, some hours back someone commented and asked when the next chapter was going to come out. I felt kinda bad. Lol...
With everything that is going on in life, writing has become harder for me. Although i am trying, just not trying my best. I just hope that you guys don't drop the book, because I'm not going to drop it.
Because I've been a bad author, I won't even ask for power stones or gift. Proceed as you please, my lovely readers.
From yours sincerely, the_fallen.