In the distance, layers upon layers of stairs coiled upward like a great serpent, holding aloft a solitary, gray dais.
Atop the dais, on a blood-red throne—the only object with any color—a blurry figure was reclining. Its face was perpetually hidden within a gray shadow so thick it was impenetrable, impossible to see clearly.
Though the figure remained silent, its gaze felt like countless tangible threads, winding around him, meticulously tracing Qin Feng's form at the foot of the stairs. It was an almost greedy scrutiny, as if seeking to pierce his flesh and bone, to see straight into the depths of his soul.
[In light of your dauntless feat of continuously hunting the Evil God Believers, the King of War has bestowed a glance upon you!]
[He wishes to grant you an additional divine gift!]
[Please make your choice!]
[1. Greater personal might.]
[2. Superior legion combat strength.]
[3. An exclusive Authority for hunting enemies.]
