A few seconds later, the door of the elevator opened, and I found myself face to face with a blue-haired Tyrant who looked to be in his early forties.
If I remember correctly, then his name Nickolas Robbins; he is one of Tyrant who went for Engine-like thingy with Sir George and other Tyrants when I had released the news.
"You are late!"
He said before I could even open my mouth, and I found myself covered in Tyrant energy. I got yanked out of the elevator a little too forcefully before everything become a blur. I could easily break out of the energy cover, but I did not; I decided to wait and watch for a while.
On the way here, I thought why Miss Mars had called me. This may very well jeopardize my identity, which I worked very hard to create, and I would be in loads of trouble if people get to know it; she understood it but still called me; she better have a good reason for it.
A second later, the blue became clear, and I found myself in a huge hall, and there are auras of more than ten Tyrants concentrating on me.
"You are here!" I heard the familiar voice and soon found Miss Constance in front of me. I am quite surprised seeing the state, which looked quite bad. Her clothes are torn, and her hairs are disheveled with a sign of healed injures all over her body.
"Mars, are you sure about him?" A voice called, another familiar figure about the same age as Miss Constance appeared in front of me, which is in the same state as Miss Constance.
I don't know his name, but I have seen him fight many times through Ashlyn. His aura is equal to that of Miss Constance and belongs to the same Elite legions are her. "You will know soon, Ryder," Miss Constance replied before she called me.
"Miss Constance, why have you called me?" I asked before she could speak, and I let her know by my tone how displeased I am about her sudden call.
"Look?" She did not answer directly, just moved away from me, and I looked at the scene behind her, and my eyes couldn't help but constrict, seeing that.
I did not see that when I came as I am more focused on her sudden call and answers, I will demand her, but now I looked at the scene in front of me, the answer is very clear.
On the other side of the hall, I saw nine medical pods with dens runes shining on them. These medical pods are not a simple thing; they are some of the best medical pods of our world produced by a medical scientist of Pyramid.
They are made especially for the Tyrants and very helpful. The teacher did not like them; she believes the healer who requires helps from the tool is not a true healer; though I did not believe in this philosophy of hers, I still designed my healing moves so that I would not require any outside assistance.
Between the healing pods, I could see a Tyrant and a couple of Emperor healers moving around while few Tyrants healing hovering around them.
I moved and instantly appeared
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