There is an aura of Earth Sovereign native with it, and it is a familiar one. It immediately made me excited.
I didn't waste any time and moved toward it. My speed isn't slow either; I couldn't afford to be slow. If I am too slow, then it might be too late.
Quickly, four and a half minutes passed when I could see the battle.
Immediately twelve rubies came out of my hand and moved at my command, while I harnessed more power and moved even faster, without leaking even the slightest aura.
Still, three of them sensed me within a second.
For a moment, joy appeared in the raven-haired man's eyes, before they hardened. The middle-aged-looking man was native, but not the native of our side; he was the part of the cultists, that we were fighting.
This is not a time to think about it. To get out of here, we will need every hand. It wouldn't matter if this hand belonged to the cultist.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
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