While all their riches splurged, her dimension pocket opened, gobbling theirs at the same time. It took quite a lot of time to get its fill.
She purposefully remained a few artifacts that remained within her reach, the peculiar stone included. With it in her hands, she took a grip as she glued her stare at it.
"Our supreme being, the Prismatic Sovereign, and the one and only God. We have yet to hear the news of your resurrection, should that mean the ultimate objective turned out to be successful as it is..."
Anasthasia remained calm, but it was an outburst of both fear and enthrallment among the entourages and royal guards within the bed-chamber.
'What does Tasha want to do now?'
It was a silence that was enough to strangle Elliot to death. His heartbeat was thrice as fast as the ticking time clock.
"...Indeed." She vowed, "I have returned, and I have yet to learn a thing, but you may be too unfortunate for today."
"P—Pardon?"
