Chapter 215: Tumult (Teaser)
Somewhere in the north, in the temple of a fallen god, there was guarding an unknown being, Phymon. He was one of the survivors of an ancient, but now fallen race.
Phymon suddenly looked up at the sky.
The sky was opening up.
The firmament tore apart, revealing an unknown darkness from which white snowflakes began to fall.
No, they were not snow, but ashes. At the same time, a colossal beam of light burst forth from the hole toward the temple. Ash flurried, and light poured out in a magnificent spectacle, filling his view.
Phymon's mouth dropped open.
Without realizing it, he let out a cry and stretched his arms toward the sky.
Tears streamed down his face.
"Ahhhhh...!"
He fell to his knees.
And he shouted toward the sky.
"I knew you would return!"
He banged his head on the ground.
"I knew you would return!"
The beam of light that was initially as big as a mountain range soon faded to become a white cylinder of light visible to the eye.
From its midst, someone was descending.
An image of a woman.
The mother of reapers, caressing all deaths, with her white hair fluttering.
The Ashen God.
It was her.
She slowly descended toward Phymon.
"I have returned."
Her hand caressed Phymon. After the fall of the Ashen God and the demise of the demons,...
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