Rael raised a brow.
"You've already made a plan? Didn't you just get out of depression?"
Renoir puffed his chest out confidently.
"Although I am still feeling a little on edge, my power is gradually returning now that I'm not in my realm. On another note, I have yet to hear back from the constructs that I sent into the other realm. My connection with them faded as well."
That was a little strange.
After all, Rael knew just how tight the connection with his constructs was. Even now, while he was several dozen realms away, he could feel Chop-E and the others. For some reason, Sweepus Prime was in a strip club.
Rael's brow twitched at the realization that Sweepus Prime might be a player. For someone so young, he sure was bold. Anyhow, player or not, Rael got back to the topic at hand.
"I mean, we can test it out more. If anything, one of us can deep dive in there and see what's up. In the worst case scenario, I can try asking the Higher Gods for some help," Rael suggested.
