Outside the Sacred Beetle Palace…Alexander, having confirmed his suspicions, slipped out of the palace and into the cloak of night, his mind racing with plans. He would not dare harm the two-headed serpent or steal its precious scale until it reached its full potential. It had to live.He decided t
The dawn was a blanket of gray. The sun, which should have climbed the sky, was smothered by a thick layer of clouds.At the base of Witchwood Summit, near the mountain's entrance, a throng of people had assembled—a sea of heads moving in a wave.At the forefront was Serpent Staff Granny herself."M
"Come on, you're just itching for a midnight snack, aren't you? Get moving!"An impatient voice rang out as Alexander paused, the speaker clearly agitated.Alexander spun around, fixing the heckler with a steely gaze, and gestured invitingly."Be my guest, if you're in such a hurry, take the lead."
"Are you out of your mind?"Alexander shot him a withering look before replying, "Open your mouth and those spores rush in. Boom—you're a goner."Sure, his semi-Empyrean powers meant he would not literally blow up, but trying to shake off those spores would blow his cover."You dare insult me?" The
The forest, thick with a sickly miasma, was a mess of shouts and cries."The trees are alive. They're devouring people!""Back off, or I'll cut you down!""Watch it, you idiot! Who are you swinging at?"They had not even spotted the enemy yet, and they were already falling apart, a disorganized mess
On the slopes of Witchwood Summit, two figures dashed through the wilderness, racing toward the peak.To the mighty, a pathless terrain—even bristling with thorns—was as good as a paved road."Huff!" Alexander inhaled deeply, his brow furrowed with concern as he gazed at the summit."Something on yo
The summit of Witchwood Summit had been flattened by human hands, creating a wide clearing.At its heart stood a circular altar, its surface etched with ancient, weather-beaten patterns, each scratch a testament to the passage of time.Surrounding the altar were fewer than 20 individuals, their pres
The Third Elder stepped forward and knelt on one knee, fists clasped. "Master, let me lead our forces and eliminate these upstarts."For the first time since its founding, Witchwood Summit faced an assault. This was a stain on its honor."Third Elder, maintain your composure. Let them come to us, an