The tower of ascension cut through space like a hot blade through butter as it made a beeline toward a far distant location, crossing light-years with every warp initiated, its pitch-black surface blending into the surrounding regions seamlessly.
Within the tower…
"So, let's go over the plan one more time just to be clear."
The looks everyone gave me were ones of pure exhaustion, as they seemed just about tired of hearing me mention this "plan."
"Oi. Why do you keep saying the same sh—" Malachi was already letting his tongue slip, but one look at the wide-eyed and clearly eagerly listening purple-haired demon currently sitting on my head, and a glance at the silent, dark-haired monster beside me, and the monkey wisely changed his next words into something more appropriate. "… the same thing? What we have isn't even a plan."
