Whenever their pol passed through their palms and mixed with the milky light, the small world would get smaller and the big world would get bigger. These thirteen men were responsible for absorbing worlds and channeling all their energy to Origin. Only The Emperor - the supreme ruler of Origin - was above their position in terms of rank. They were called Satedel - meaning thirteen in Juyad.

Even when Abdin witnessed the 'absorption' of his world, it was their doing. But because he was far from the sight and the Satedel were standing behind the layer of light, he couldn't see them.

Time passed by slowly. Three days passed in a blink. By now, the small world was so small that it wasn't apparent anymore. The thirteen people had become visible. They extended their palms toward the light, actively absorbing whatever was left of the world and channeling it into Origin.

An old man with grey hair took his hands from the world. The layer of light in front of him disappeared. One by one, they all took their hands off the fallen world. Every time someone withdrew, the layer of milky light in front of him would disappear together with a big chunk of the fallen world.

Eventually, only the thirteen men remained. They stood beside Origin, a world that had now gotten bigger.

"Sunta, the third world, has been absorbed. Amuranka, Betilago, well done." The voice of the old man at the center roared in the vast emptiness. It was heavy and ancient but not rough. You could mistake it for being mildly domineering. Six men stood by his right, and two of them nodded. They were Amuranka and Betilago, the two responsible for defeating and destroying the world called Sunta.

Nine months ago, there was a world called Sunta. At that time, this world was filled with life and cities that had spanned countless years, but now it was all gone. The only thing remaining was history, but even the people that would tell the history were gone.

"Barahan, Munniq, I'm expecting your world to be the next. Our time is running out, when will you be done?" The old man looked at the fifth person on his right, and the third woman on his right.

Barahan looked at Munniq. The woman lowered her head. He sighed internally and said, "Four months, Councilor."

"Four months?" Amuranka sneered. "Four months is way too much. What's there in the fifth world? If you can't do it, I can always assist you."

Munniq pointed at Amuranka. "You are being greedy. Everyone has their own. You have yours, why won't you close your dirty trap?"

"You!" Amuranka was short and dark blue. He had many scars on his lips that had extended to his jaw, making his figure increasingly uglier. Nevertheless, he never forgave anybody that ridicule his appearance. He released his cultivation base. His fingers emitted black smoke and grew longer. The image of a globe appeared behind him. Looking at the image closely, it was the same world they had just absorbed.

The old man called Councilor glared at them. "That's enough. Everyone has their world." Amuranka and Munniq immediately withdrew and lowered their heads like little children. "Munniq, Barahan, what's going on?"

Barahan felt something hard stuck in his throat. Yunusu was the one that infuriated him the most. But there was another that was well hidden in Biyakis. He killed 11,000 of his men and extinguished their souls, but he still couldn't find them. This was the reason he asked for extra time.

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He said slowly, "Councilor, it's because of an unknown factor called Yunusu."

The Councilor knitted his brows. "Yunusu is only the sixth most powerful person in the world. If the first and the second persons do not create problems, then why are you stuck on the sixth?" The counselor's voice was too old. You wouldn't expect any ferocity from him, but when he spoke they all listened with lowered heads.

After a while, the Councilor withdrew his pol. Barahan breathed deeply. "Councilor, that's what I have been trying to find out. There seems to be a mistake with that listings."

The councilor frowned. He stretched his hand and grabbed something in the air. A book appeared in his hand

On the sixth page, there was an image of Yunus and all his information.

"He committed suicide at 13 because he couldn't win against his younger cousin Abdin and lost his bloodline skill. Tell me, how does a dead person come back to life and become so powerful? Can't you kill a simple lich?"

Barahan cleared his voice and said, "Yunusu didn't die, my Lord. I believe he was using some skill to fake his death."

The councilor frowned even deeper. "You think I don't know that? I want to know what skill he uses?"

"Time manipulation of an unknown rank," Barahan said.

The councilor narrowed his eyes. Time manipulation was one of the dangerous skills. But it still wasn't enough to stop Barahan and Munniq. "What lineage is his bloodline skill?"

Barahan shook his head. "Nobody knows, my Lord. Everyone that has ever faced him is dead. And when we checked the graves of the deceased, nothing is left of them. It was as if they hadn't been there before."

The councilor was silent for a while before he closed the book and stored it. "Munniq, what's going on in Biyakis, why haven't you opened the portal?"

It was through these portals that weapons from Origin would arrive in the fifth world. Now that Yunusu was giving them a headache, they needed the weapons now more than ever to defeat Yusta'Diyum as fast as possible.

"There is no problem in Biyakis," she lied. Since Barahan didn't speak on it, she would also keep quiet. It was laughable to even mentioned that they had lost eleven thousand men without finding the culprit. "We want to open the portal at the same time we kill Yunus. That's why I delayed it."

The councilor stared at them in silence. After a while, he waved his hand. "Four months is too much of a waste. You have four weeks. I want it to be done in 28 days."

***

In Biyakis, Silver Mask sat with Munniq in a room. From the side, emperor Biyakin was casually resting on a chair while Prince Jubu and Commander Kininura sat on smaller chairs.

The five people had come together to discuss the problem facing them: the four weeks ultimatum stated by the councilor.

"A week is enough," said Munniq.

Emperor Biyakin nodded in agreement.

Munniq turned to Jubu. "The person calling himself Commander has killed your clone, how would you rate his strength?"

"Deva, early Deva. But his cultivation is at the foundation establishment stage," said Jubu thoughtfully. The other Jubu killed by Abdin was just a human golem created by this woman.

The room was quiet as they chewed over this fact. In this world, Munniq was the sovereign queen of Nánata, while in Origin, she was among the council of thirteen called the Satedel.

She appeared to not be more than twenty-eight years old. Thanks to the nature of her skill, she also shared Jubu's sentiment. She had long realized that Abdin was a man whose skill far surpassed his cultivation by at least five hundred folds.

"In that case," Munniq chuckled, "I will have the pleasure of getting rid of him."

It had been a long time since she had fought with anyone. She seemed to wonder how long her opponent would last this time around. The last one lasted about a minute and that was two hundred years ago.

Silver Mask nodded his agreement. He would have liked to be the one to clear Biyakis, but he was the only person who could open the Eycigan portals to Origin. It would take him more than two days to finish opening the portals and he would need one portal to enter the southern continent and kill Yunusu.

Using the costly portal to go south for such an errand was something that Silver Mask found so distasteful. But the distance could otherwise take a year using the normal routes. After all, the councilor had only given them a month's ultimatum.

"I will target Dadiyan. We need them distracted." Biyakin said, looking towards Silver Mask for his consent.