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‘no, there must be something I missed, no student of school city would be stupid enough to do that without a fallback plan in mind, especially not a wizard seed. The problem lies in what he did right before he died.’ Sandro thought as he removed his gaze from the sky and grabbed towards Grant’s body.

A tentacle-like blob of frantic psionic energy whipped towards the necromancer’s hand, the attack missed but drew a clear burning line on the floor as if demarcating a barrier leaving a warning to the necromancer that the line should not be crossed. Sandro removed his gaze from the line and turned towards the attacker, it was a woman with black loose hair that fell all around her face covering her facial features donning a simple grey tee and cargo pants, the shirt was a short sleeve one and showed off her lean but well-toned bronze muscles, her dainty feet made no sound as he stepped closer towards grant’s body as she wore no shoes on her feet, although she looked dishevelled she possessed a unique charm and one could tell this was definitely a beauty.

Sandro naturally recognized the figure she was Mara the originator and head of the dark psionic, but from the looks of things she didn’t seem to be in the right state of mind, her unbridled and chaotic aura flooded out of her body exerting unconscious changes in the surrounding, with each of her dainty steps reality seemed to be eroded as the ruins of the once magnificent city of deities were affected by her aura. The gravity, lighting and even the air were instantly affected by her, some parts of the environment exhibited increased gravitational force crushing whatever was in the area to rubble while other parts were free from the gravitational influence and flew around sporadically, the whole place seemed to be like some sort of abstract painting, the only unaffected object in the vicinity was the corpse of the knight, the necromancer could only slightly open his domain to counteract the influence of the changes.

‘this feeling...., she’s brewing divinity no doubt about that’ Sandro thought as he watched Mara sit hugging her knees silently in front of the knight’s corpse.

‘can’t let her continue, although it is an unconscious action there is no doubt about it, if I do nothing she will be promoted.’ Sandro thought as he gazed at Mara with killing intent emerging in his gaze, most of Sandro’s previous actions had been centred around one thing and that was downgrading the power level of the plane, right now the power limit of the plane was legend, although it seemed that the former deities could quickly ascend once the inner plane reopened but Sandro was sure that was nigh impossible in a short time, but what he never expected was that the leader of the dark psionic was already undergoing ascension without any outside help as the psionic star was already hers and not a foreign object, once this promotion was achieved it would mean that others could quickly become deities and the power level of the plane would be elevated once more to deity level.

The various powerhouses in the world which had been attracted by the previous events watched this scene with trepidation and zeal, the chaotic vision impacted their minds as Mara was already unconsciously displaying a fundamental characteristic of godhood which was ‘don’t look directly at god’ numerous spying eyes couldn’t help but spit out blood and withdraw their gazes as they had been injured merely by the sight but other strong legends ignored the strain on their souls and quickly imprinted these scene in their minds after all for them this was a brand new way of ascension one that did not seem to rely on faith to gather divinity. the reason the strain and pressure appeared was naturally because of the distance in purity of the consciousness, the purity of a legends consciousness was by far stronger than that of a mortal, which was why they could persist in watching the scene mortals, or those at the extraordinary stage who glimpsed the scene where already dead, legends could fare better even those legends who did not major in an occupation soul related could adapt as they were viewing the scene from a distance while those soul related occupations lasted longer than their counterparts, as someone who was directly in the middle of the phenomenon the strain and pressure it put on the necromancer was far stronger than the legends watching from afar experienced, any other legend in his place would not even be able to move and would be heavily injured after spending just a minute in the environment, despite this the necromancer was not too negatively affected, the purity of his consciousness was astonishingly high far greater than any legend was supposed to possess, this was naturally because of the peculiarity of his domain the pressure on his consciousness was naturally spread among the thousands of resenstful souls that made up the black smoke that was draped around his body.

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