Outside the dome-shaped nest, Marcus landed on the ground, turning from a black beam of light into the fallen and pale humanoid form.
He waited outside the dome, but his eyes flashed with worry, fear, and anxiety.
The images of what he had seen a few moments ago were still so fresh in his mind that it felt like it was constantly happening over and over and over again, with repetition in his mind.
His fingers trembled, his spine tingled. He had been so close to death, so so close. If those Dimensional System Portals had not opened up at that moment, he would have been caught by the residual power, and he would have definitely died.
He didn't see any way that anyone could have run fast enough to escape. Perhaps the Primordial Falcon would have been able to pull it off, but he wasn't entirely sure.
Marcus checked his personal panel and saw that out of the ten thousand-plus Grave Keepers that had followed him, about one thousand had died from that single event alone.
