458 Moranti Freed!!! (1/2)
With a big grin, Moranti didn't hold himself back. The God of Space snatched the ring and scanned through its contents with haste.
”Oosam! Get us out of here!” Tralbok shouted in pure terror, not wasting any time as he rushed toward the Illusion God with abundant use of time and lightning magic.
Oosam also acted immediately, aware of the sudden shift of the situation. A storm of false doubles exploded out from the Illusion God to form another perfect diversion. The true Oosam reached Tralbok with his wind magic and used a spell scroll to teleport away.
They barely managed to miss the beautiful scene of Moranti finally reacquainting himself with his long-lost personal weapon. It felt like a piece of him had rejoined him to make Moranti feel whole.
Glad their unorthodox plan worked out in the end, Jack let loose a long sigh.
”Before I congratulate you all and thank you, lets head somewhere else…” Moranti clung to his scythe, jabbing into his body without doing himself any harm. At the same time, a rush of spatial energy inundated the area to envelop all of Moranti's rescuers.
Unlike the times when Jack and Tralon had teleported, there was no flash. Instead, the spatial energy seemed to implode into nothingness.
On the other end of their teleportation, everyone reappeared in Gilga. They were in the sky overlooking the Leisure Guild. Also, they were now gathered together and no longer spread apart like before. Not only had Moranti teleported them all away, but he had repositioned everyone with little to no difficulty.
Removing the scythe from his body, Moranti brought the blade to his lips and kissed it. Only after that did he look to everyone else with a smile. ”Who is it I have to thank?”
Jin chuckled and pointed Jack while he dispersed his illusory arms. ”My nephew planned that, so he should get most of the credit.”
”So you came up with that little scheme? Thank you!” Moranti stored his scythe and opened his arms with a toothy grin. Jack was then teleported in front of Moranti, making it easy for the God of Space to embrace his hero. ”You don't want to know what would've happened if you were much later. If we were closer to Olympic Chateau, Torian may have shown up and ruined everything.”
Keeping that in mind, Jack chuckled while he patted Moranti on the back. ”Does this mean you'll be joining us?”
”Duh!” shouted Moranti. ”If I wasn't the first god to form a contract, I would've known better in the first place!”
”I wouldn't say that…” Moranti sighed, catching the others off guard.
Choron added, ”He's right. But let's get back to everyone else. It will be easiest to explain things only once.”
”Right… Then let's go…” Jack nodded and let go of Moranti.
Jack was the first to land, reverting to his normal form and leading the gods toward the restricted area. At the same time, he called everyone telepathically to inform them of the rescue party's return.
The rescue party was the last to reach Dragov's courtyard, but they were only a few minutes behind the others.
Moranti was eager to speak his mind. However, the God of Space was immediately sidetracked from the moment he stepped into the dug-out courtyard. The sight of another from his race nearly drove Moranti to tears.
”Jack… How did you--”
”That's Karronteel,” Jack answered while Moranti pointed at the Spectral Dragon testing his new strength against Dragov's hard exoskeleton. ”He had been trapped inside a summoning amulet that I got from one of the auction houses. Since none of them understood the ancient text, I got it for cheap.”
Suddenly, Moranti pulled Jack in for another hug. Only this time, Jack felt his shoulder moisten.
”You should go and talk with him. He's a huge fan of yours!” Jack joked, nudging Moranti forward.
Rather than run, the God of Space instantaneously teleported to the bottom of the steps. He now stood in the air between Dragov and Karronteel, the water still apparent in his eyes.
At first, Karronteel and Dragov were confused but Moranti's form changed in the next instant. Moranti expanded into a fifty-meter tall Spectral Dragon, awing both of the sparring beasts.