‘Even civilizations that covered half of a galaxy and gods as powerful as him could still fall. What about me?’ A'lravee asked himself.
“How long do we still have to get there?” Al'ravee asked.
“Planet Tavron? A month approximately.” Ozia replied in his monotonous voice.
“Speaking of which, close to ten years should have passed on that planet.”
Al'ravee nodded, “Yeah, I know. Hopefully, my investment hasn't died off.” He replied.
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*Ten Years Later. (Real Time)*
The morning was filled with moist air and the sun had not yet risen.
The entire garden gave off a unique vibe, it was akin to a mother encouraging her child to sleep. It was peaceful.
A tall man donned in makeshift gym trousers stood topless with his well-defined muscled upper body exposed to the world.
He clapped his hands violently while letting out a low grunt, this caused a cloud of white powder to disperse from his hands.