Yax was concise. "Conquer the east, but keep a close watch on Storm Fortress."
He left one thing unsaid: he had to find a way to reclaim his soul from that Slime before his plan was discovered.
Alek nodded. He knew he had embarked on a path of no return. What lay ahead might be an abyss or it might be hell, but… he no longer cared.
'Isabella, wait for me…'
He gazed out the window. Falan was still shrouded in the cold, dreary autumn rain—chilly and damp. But a far bloodier storm was quietly brewing within the ancient capital.
This was a war to end all wars, and at the same time, a war of vengeance.
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「Golden Glow Valley, the City of Cinders.」
In the eyes of the Adventurers who roamed the volcanic region year-round, this city—built on the crater of an active volcano and perpetually cloaked in sulfurous smoke and the glow of magma—had always been a symbol of fire, destruction, and Demons.
