Rex sat down on the sofa and reclined his head back.
He closes his eyes and rests.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Going in and out of different realms doesn't feel good at all. He wasn't impaired in any meaningful way—but there was this uncomfortable feeling inside him. It was akin to a far worse version of jet lag.
Even though he wanted to keep going, there was no saying when he could get this peace again.
Just earlier, he visited High Lord Rashal's office once again.
He wasn't there, which was a bummer, but he got help from a few people regarding the assassins who were sent to kill him. Since he is going to represent High Lord Rashal in some way that he still does not know until now, an attack on him should also be an attack on the High Lord.
And the people there agreed.
After inspecting Shadow's clothes and blood, the organization behind him was immediately verified.
However, Rex was in bad luck.
The organization behind Shadow is a notorious clan that hasn't been identified.
