Slowly...
He rose to his feet.
As he did, his gaze unconsciously drifted toward the distant horizon.
Although countless buildings stood in his line of sight, Grey's eyes seemed to pierce straight through them, settling upon the distant harbor where the seventeen colossal fleets of the Sect Alliance remained anchored.
Each of those magic vessels represented a powerful sect.
Each carried Heaven's Chosen whose cultivation far surpassed that of ordinary disciples.
For a brief moment, Grey remained silent.
Nobody knew what thoughts crossed his mind.
A few moments later, he withdrew his gaze.
Instead, he lowered his head and looked at the shadow beneath his feet.
Compared to before, the shadow had become noticeably different.
It was darker.
Far darker than any ordinary shadow had the right to be.
Its pitch-black appearance seemed capable of swallowing even the surrounding light, making it stand out despite lying flat upon the ground.
