Chapter 252 – Prelude [1]
The sound of space shattering echoed in every direction, drowning the world in a choking silence that held all of Waverith in its grip.
The sky above Darklore darkened, heavy clouds rolling in as if they had sensed the prelude of something bone-chilling enough to split the sun itself.
Waverith felt it. Every powerhouse within the stronghold felt the sudden shift in the air, and chaos erupted without restraint.
The common folk shivered, screaming as they ran like headless chickens back into their houses, those who lived on the streets froze where they were, staring upward with their lungs held tight in their chests, hoping with all their fragile faith that whatever calamity was descending would spare them.
And that was exactly why they would all die.
Because hope had never once blocked a stray attack from killing an innocent man trying only to survive within the weight of his own difficulties.
