As they drew a silvery trail through the sky, Adam busied himself with the fire ravaging the western area of the palace.
Water jets splashed against the darkened wood, washing away the charred sulfuric scents and the green flames.
Fresh air began to filter again, but he couldn't help but grumble in dissatisfaction at the sight of the empty armory.
"Hundreds of tier eight weapons, shields, and guardians gone... Sigh. This battle cost me a lot of resources."
Yet, he grinned and rolled his sleeves up as he dismantled the giant broadsword into drifting dust particles. "I got the void cultivation technique and still have the fields and gardens of high-grade herbs, without mentioning the soul essence and the puppet, so it doesn't matter. And the most important room is the library!"
Now that he had inherited the blessed land, he instinctively knew its geography and resource placement like the back of his hand. Therefore, he bolted through the burned western section of the palace.
