Clark cast his gaze toward Dionysius Spencer, dozens of kilometers away.
"What is the result of the fate confrontation?"
Dionysius Spencer hovered high above, the silver-blue starlight robe he wore had tiny constellations that were originally flowing slowly but now appeared slightly disturbed.
At the edge of the monitoring screen before him, data streams occasionally broke off, twisted, or inexplicably jumped to erroneous symbols.
Upon hearing Clark's inquiry, the wizard skilled in destiny gave a wry smile.
He made a helpless shrug gesture.
Meanwhile, a detailed mental message traveled along the connection:
"I had initially seized the 'high ground'."
In Dionysius's consciousness waves, there was a clear sense of exhaustion and unwillingness.
