Leo snapped his fingers, and returned to the Necropolis Ship. The party was over! It was time to find out what was going on.
He pinpointed the ship's tracking system to the ship that was escorting Yelina, keeping an eye on where she was going.
Meanwhile, inside a burning building, a young man was standing in the middle of a room. His figure was completely invisible to the naked eye.
Within the invisibility of clothes, his expressions were the worst they could be as he looked out the window at five people that looked like they were waiting for the survivors to run out.
He stood in the burning building with his hands behind his back. The flames were causing havoc, and even some part of the building had started falling down.
"Is this how I die?" Picollo mumbled, as a self deprecating smile spread on his lips. "There was so much that I wanted to do. Is this all that was written on my fate?"
He looked at his phone, and there was still no signal for him to call for help.
