The Dark Crow was as stubborn as a leech after so many years. It still had roots in the nine worlds.

Some overlords stared at the sky and started contemplating. The possibilities left them with chills.

“Clank!” The spear slowly descended into a beautiful hand. This woman stood on top of a hill, looking supreme with her fluttering golden hair. 

People couldn’t help but stare at her with admiration and awe.

“Nightyearn Butterfly Monarch!” A powerful ancestor recognized the woman and shouted. [1]

“She’s out again.” People were shaken because this title was a legend. Who would have thought that...