Tamur floated above Maomu City at this moment. Although it had restored its original enormous form, thanks to the cloud cover, its presence went unnoticed by anyone other than Maomu City's officials.
Beside it, the shadows of the Mythical Era advanced like a fast-forwarded movie, from the birth of the Mythical Era to its demise, and then to the birth and destruction of Parallel Worlds.
Floating quietly in the air, Tamur remained motionless, when suddenly a long serpentine dragon similar to it slithered over.
Gitalien looked at the ongoing shadows of the Mythical Era beside Tamur and spoke
"That battle, it still affected you?"
"No."
A calm response, yet Tamur's eyes were fixed nowhere in particular, Gitalien glanced downwards, and even through thick clouds, he could see where Feng Yuan was now.
"They'll be worried about you."
"As long as they don't know, they won't worry."
"You, can anyone else help you with this trouble?"
