A Transmigrator’s Privilege – Chapter 317

The World-Building Word’ Grants a Sacred Audience “It’s vacation, vacation! Let’s go, Terry!” Three days had passed since the papal coronation ceremony. Thesilid and I finally cast off all the shackles and bonds of the world, shattering the spatial transfer stone. As the dizzying sensation of floating subsided, I felt soft grass beneath my feet. When I opened my eyes,...