With a brilliant glow of milky gold, the illumination of the origin gate receded, revealing Seth's frame.
Quickly rushing out of the safe residence, Seth hurried through the crowd of evolvers, down a destined path.
He had contacted Malgo previously through a mental link established via the Meta card the imp had left them.
Malgo had prepared a smithy workshop Seth could use at a moment's notice.
Walking through the crowd, Seth couldn't help but observe the jarring scene of foreign race evolvers going about their day.
Some laughing among themselves, others bargaining prices with salesmen along the streets.
Some even silently browsing through alchemist displays for potions and talismans.
And he couldn't help but realize — to them, it was just another normal day on their evolutionary paths.
Yet for him and other Earthlings, it was the day the entire planet would be embroiled in war.
