Longbeard looked at Monk with an expression of disdain, and then turned to Tiny-Sparkles.
"So who's going to tell them all? I call not it," he said, immediately absolving himself from the situation.
Tiny-Sparkles did not blame him. This time, his actions were not motivated from laziness or a desire to evade work. No, this time, it was just plain and simple common sense that motivated him.
The dwarfed unicorn looked out at the massive gathering beneath their ship and tried not to tremble as he sensed the auras down below. The hundreds of million of Earth Immortals marching within the shade of the Jolly Rancher weren't the ones that were worth of notice, nor were the tens of millions of Heaven Immortals, or even the few million Celestial Immortals dotted between the crowd here and there.
