Capítulo 390: A Caravan?

"I believe that should be plausible," Azmodeus said as his feet left the ground and burst forth into the vast verdant plains beyond.

For some reason, he was right outside the Omega Dome's periphery, which was definitely quite odd. After all, he had no prior reasons as to why he would be out in the middle of an empty field with a missing area of space that looked almost as if a large tree used to be there.

"Maybe amnesia?" Azmodeus asked himself with a raised brow. "But as an Immortal… Is that even possible…?"

He didn't know the answer to that question, but there were many unexplainable things in the world. It wouldn't be all that odd to have a rare one-off occurrence of an Immortal Venerable suddenly tracking a case of amnesia.