I felt the heaviness in my limbs as I walked with The Man with the Mustache through the abandoned halls of the Immortal Bane Sect. The borrowed power of a Martial Saint was fading faster than I'd hoped. Soon, I'd be back to my true level—woefully inadequate against the enemies hunting us.
"So this is your grand plan? Hiding in the ruins of a dead sect?" The Man with the Mustache twirled his facial hair, eyeing the crumbling architecture with obvious disdain.
"It's just a meeting point," I replied, keeping my voice low despite the emptiness around us. "My real hideout is more... secure."
"The Mystic Realm you took from the Umbral Covenant?" He raised an eyebrow. "Smart move. Those realms are nearly impossible to breach without proper access."
I nodded. Kenneth had explained it to me after we'd secured the Covenant's headquarters. "Only those with mystic keys can enter. Not even Martial Saints can force their way in without one."
"And you control all the keys?"
