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.
