They couldn't believe what they were seeing. It wasn't because of the dozenth time Theron had been completely frozen, only to break free. Instead, it was because clouds were accumulating again…
Tribulation Clouds.
The roof of the Pavilion creaked, crumbled, and then shattered completely.
The Pavilion was nothing more than a canopy held up by pillars to protect the courtyard. Its structure itself had little to do with the function of the region.
Instead, the core of it all was deep underground—a Vein of Ice and Soul Mana so flourishing that it could attack the very soul directly.
The moment this canopy shattered, the Tribulation Clouds above had a straight line of sight right to Theron.
For the first time since his first Tribulation, Theron looked up with some focus. His eyes were no longer glazed over, nor were they suppressing a hidden fury. They were as fiery as they had ever been, flickering with hints of violet as his hair danced in the wild winds.
