Date- Unspecified
Time- Unspecified
Location- Lil Red Storm Planet, Unspecified
"Take me back to the surface," Wyatt said not bothering to reject the Field Marshal again and the latter appeared to have gotten the hint.
Wyatt and his multiple primordial spirits together had copied the entire external design of the celestial array formation using his primordial soul pupils. Now, he needed to focus on understanding its principles and workings, which he could only do by thoroughly exploring it from within.
The Field Marshal, understanding that nothing she said would change Wyatt's mind about their guild's name, shook her head in helplessness before proceeding to bring her young liege back to the realm's surface.
She had finally found the thing she did not like about Wyatt, his naming sense. He had the worst naming sense among the people she knew. For someone who invented so many popular products appreciated and used by billions, she felt he could use a better naming sense.
