At this moment, Vega's clone continued to draw mana from the air with intense fervor. The clone had recently broken through a minor mana rank, but Vega knew no further breakthroughs would occur. Still, it didn't matter, the clone continued absorbing mana without pause, undistracted and tireless.
As for the real Vega, she had already left her building. Anthony had forgotten to inform her that they wouldn't be staying in this place for just two years, but rather ten. It wasn't really his fault, though, it was Aaninja's fault for failing to deliver the gift on time.
Vega could now be seen walking through a forest nestled deep within the Divine Realm. The trees were towering and radiant with life, their leaves vibrant and lush. The air was rich, pure, and thick with natural mana. Birds chirped merrily in the branches and even landed on Vega's head, as though they had chosen it as a nesting ground.
