When Theron finally reached the Nightingale Empire's borders once more, his eyes couldn't help but narrow. He smelled something odd and heavy in the air.
The power of the Divine Realm was a half-step beyond what was even allowed to appear in this world. When they fought, it spread over a large area and infected even the skies themselves.
Theron had felt something like this before on a much smaller scale. Wasn't it the day he had set up the old assassin, the old woman, and the Patriarch of the Luminescent Moon Sect to fight?
'What happened… Could it be?'
Theron's first thought was the matters he set in motion. But was his scheme really so effective that it would already reach here?
