Bab 976: Niamh in Mortal World

As Refl shook his head and lamented the fate of his old friend, the latter was not oblivious. He had his brows furrowed all the way inside his room. He looked over and his mind wandered inside his explicit room. 

"He is at True God, on the horizon toward Origin," muttered Drogan. "Yet, he could even count those levels way above his."

He looked at his arms and runes started coiling around his forearm. "Is he the same as me?"

He quickly shook his head and threw that idea, "Even if he is, I should have the capability in killing him in mere seconds, my body, my speed, my power, all should have excelled him... yet somehow, somehow! He was always half a step away from it."

Drogan was grim with a possible thought. He was planning to use the runes as his secret weapon when he set his eyes toward Third Heaven, however, it seems there was an even greater power that might still be lingering out there, and whatever that was, he was sure that Lyon got it.