Chương 401: Escape from Alca--Tartarus. Final Part.

While the crowd remained frozen in astonishment, Lucius reached into his shadow and pulled out his scythe. 

"How long will it take you to open the channel?" Lucius asked, not turning around his head.

"Depends on when they closed it and by how much? Could take anywhere from thirty seconds to thirty minutes really."

Getting up on his feet, Prometheus dusted his robes and shot a casual gaze at the crowd.

"You have five minutes," Lucius replied and with a short kick, he instantly disappeared from his spot.

"Five minutes!? Are you kidding--!" 

Prometheus' complaints were abruptly cut short when he saw the bloody head of a Magus appear near his feet. The expression of horror and confusion was plain to see on the face.

"No problem!" Instantly replying as such, Prometheus disappeared from his spot and appeared before a terminal, a few meters away.