Shiayar felt his spirit wavering at this moment.
Having operated the tower for so long, he indeed felt exhausted.
It was the kind of fatigue that required lying on Ennie's white-stockinged lap for a good night's sleep to recover.
With that thought in mind, Shiayar allowed his spirit to descend from the Spirit Realm, falling towards the Main Material Plane.
...
A hundred miles away from the Valley of the End, in a desolate and remote graveyard.
Nowadays, Escarnia is still in the midst of chaotic times, with Abyss Demons roaming everywhere.
Such barren graveyards are countless, and few people tread them.
BANG—
The soil surged, and the stone slab sealing a coffin was abruptly turned over.
Following that, a pale hand with distinct joints suddenly stretched out from the earth of the grave.
WHOOSH.
The stone slab was pushed aside, and the lid of the coffin was lifted up.
