At that moment, Immortal Nimrod's split consciousness in his avatar realized his main consciousness had sensed the disturbance and was probably waiting for his response.
But the black hole, along with Destin Saint's interference, made it impossible, which bode ill for Immortal Nimrod.
"DESTIN SAINT!" Immortal Nimrod's roar tore through the collapsing space, "You knew this would happen!"
The dagger remained motionless, and then, at last, Destin Saint answered, "I suspected it might."
The casual admission caused Immortal Nimrod's fury to reach its limit.
"You want to drag 'me' here?! Dream on!"
"Drag?" Destin Saint chuckled. "No. I merely made it easier for him to notice you, and I reckoned that when you don't respond, he might immediately think that you, his previous last resort, met with his doom without accomplishing his mission!
