This 2 Stars intelligence has again exposed the Wild Pantheon to the sunlight.
But there's no reason to guard against thieves for a thousand days... This threat must be eliminated as soon as possible!
On the deep night of the 12th, Lear stood on the city walls, gazing up at the sky.
Silently watching as the hands crossed over 12, entering the early hours of the 13th.
The cold moonlight shining on the swamp, reflecting a silver thread color, mingling with the stars twinkling inside the city, evoking a dreamy feel.
Time seemed lost, when suddenly, a band of black clouds slowly drifted from afar above the swamp, silently covering the sky.
The entire world was swallowed by darkness.
Waves of unspeakable evil aura surged within the clouds.
A rough perception, mixed with more than a dozen.
Each sent shivers down one's spine.
Lear slightly raised an eyebrow.
His suspended heart eased... the greatest fear is the uncertainty of the future.
