Once their conversation wrapped up, Michael returned to his room.
He closed the door behind him and let out a quiet breath, his mind already shifting to his next course of action.
However, before summoning another undead to guard him while his consciousness was in the Land of Origin, he hesitated. A thought crossed his mind—he had planned to visit the Supers Association branch.
The cracks in the sky were still there, but they barely emitted any chaotic energy now, a stark contrast to before.
Something had changed.
Michael suspected the Federation had taken action, though he wasn't sure what exactly they had done.
He pondered for a moment, weighing his options.
In the end, he decided it was worth checking out—but only briefly.
He had no intention of wasting time. If he couldn't find Brian, he would head straight back home.
With his mind made up, Michael turned on his communicator and checked the time.
It was already late, but the Supers Association was always active.
