Late at night, Rosalia held the black crow and casually chose a large tree, curling up along one of its thick branches. The chains of the Greatsword of Gluttony were woven together into a nest that resembled a bird's nest.
Even corrupted beings needed rest—a chance to empty their minds. If she thought for too long, she would lose control of herself and start saying ridiculous things.
"Corruption… my kind…"
A cold female voice echoed beside her ear.
Rosalia's eyes snapped open. The Greatsword of Gluttony instantly appeared in her hand. Her figure flashed as she shifted positions in a blink, her vigilant gaze sweeping the surroundings.
"What was that sound? Was it a hallucination?" Rosalia patted her head.
Yet the voice issued another command.
"Creatures of the Nightfall Domain, gather at Starnight City."
"Hm?"
Whose public channel mic wasn't turned off?
"Creatures of the Nightfall Domain, gather at Starnight City."
