At the same time, Lorand City, the largest prison in the north of the city.
Inside the pitch-black dungeon used to imprison serious offenders, the air was a bit stuffy, exuding a mixed smell of sweat, excrement, rats, and other stenches, making one's eyes sting.
The weak candlelight emitted a dim glow, not only failing to illuminate the surroundings, but instead making the environment even more eerie.
At this moment, Kalanis was standing at the forefront of the cage at the deepest part of the dungeon, the cell door now wide open.
Inside the cell, covered with animal sleeping quarters, a human with white wings slowly rose to his feet.
There were no injuries on his body, but his aura was extremely decline, like an old man on the brink of death.
His deep blue eyes carried intense killing intent but he suppressed it, speaking in a deep voice.
"Humans, the rules of the Main Plane are about to change, you cannot stop the return of the gods!"
