Bab 477: 9 [1]

On an unknown planet, so far away from the Cloud Plane that those residing there wouldn't even know of its existence, two men stood amongst a large pile of rubble.

"Is the job finally done?" One of them asked, wiping the sweat off his brow.

"Not sure yet. We need to check for any stragglers before we go, or else the boss will kill us." The other replied.

"Tch. That damn boss. If he's going to act like a tyrant, at least do it properly."

"It can't be helped. You know that's a Pseudo-Divinity we're working under. Even if he has no leadership skills, his power alone is enough to keep his subordinates in line."

The two men shook their heads in unison and stepped out of the rubble. As they did so, the scenery around them slowly came into view.

Calling it a wasteland would be far too generous. The scene around them was closer to purgatory than anything else.