The Boy Who Killed A God: VII

Mane’s figure easily went past the reconstructed gate. The young Supreme’s pace, though leisurely, was much greater than what the average Noble could manage. In less than five seconds he had left Amalgamation so far behind him that it was a small dot in the distance. But his journey was meant to end here. For Sasha pawed at him once he was at the place she wanted him to be at. And Mane furrowed his brows in doubt.

He could see nothing; he could smell nothing; and worst of all, he sensed nothing. Mane was at a stage where nothing could be hidden from him. His abilities as a Scholar were at their near-peak and so were his abilities as a Spiritualist. Logically speaking, there should be no one in this world capable of evading his senses or throwing him off for that matter. Usually Mane would have gone past this place and searched for the actual meeting place. But Sasha was adamant. The Nether Beast was confident that this was the place. So Mane descended from the sky above and graced the