For someone as meticulous as Vellok, such an oversight was troubling.
Elsewhere, on a secluded path winding through an untouched forest, a massive carriage moved steadily forward. Its wheels creaked softly, pulled by a strange creature with multiple legs and an almost reptilian appearance. A goblin in pristine butler attire sat on the creature, his expression stoic and unreadable.
Inside the carriage, Ikenga and Keles lay on their respective beds, recovering from their earlier ordeal. The clash between Gurnak and Vorenza had been a sight to behold, one that resonated across the entire world. Every being at the sixth stage or higher had felt it, their attention drawn to the battle like moths to a flame.
For Ikenga, it was the first time witnessing such a fight at that level.
The uniqueness of the sixth stage had been laid bare for both watching gods. Keles had whispered to Ikenga when the clash began, her tone a mix of reverence and curiosity: