The wind blowing against our faces felt as sharp as it was icy. Our surroundings might look green and comfy, but the fact was the edge of the Dharan City ruins alone felt as cold as the depths of hell. It was almost unimaginable that a place of cold and death like this could exist at the Center, a region said to have eternal spring no matter the season.

Suddenly, the Phantom Wolf King crouched low, puffed up the hair on its back and let out a low, guttural growl. It seemed to have sensed something ahead of us.

I pushed aside the shrubbery blocking my vision and moved forward. We were now just dozens of steps away from the vine-covered totems that stood outside the city, and one step away from the truth that was buried in the annals of history for countless years. So far, the devs of Heavenblessed had done a good job of preventing the players from uncovering the various secrets and mysteries of the continent too quickly, and the identity and background of the Nine Sovereigns was one of them.

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After we arrived at the foot of the totems, I looked up and examined the dragon-like deity that...