[Commencing teleportation to the construction site]
Lights sparked in midair, Alexander materializing inside the hall of the construction site. Unlike a few minutes ago, it was completely abandoned—the teleportation device gone, leaving no trace that people had been there, except for Alexander's uncle's body lying dormant on the floor. Both his eyes were closed shut, sealed together.
Finally Alexander arrived, coming from Midworld. A few minutes ago he had been told that his uncle was beaten up. He didn't waste time asking anything else—only requesting that Medusaa teleport him to where he was. Luckily, his request had already been approved.
He rushed to where his uncle had fallen.
He stared at him quietly. On Ron's face, the glowing presence of overwhelming power had vanished, repressed by a sympathetic stillness that made anyone who knew him feel sorry for him.
