Chapter 152: The Dark Priest
The central plaza echoed with deafening cheers.
Three hundred Vanguard Knights raised their dented swords toward the sky. They screamed the name of their Lord Commander.
The toxic miasma clearing from the air felt like a massive victory. Gunther Stillbane stood in the center of the bloody pavement, soaking in the glory. He flashed a brilliant smile at his troops. He was the undisputed king of the block.
Then the temperature violently plummeted.
The loud cheers died in the throats of the Vanguard Knights. A suffocating pressure dropped directly onto the ruined plaza.
The air itself felt strangely sterile. The dark clouds hanging over the artificial city swirled, morphing into a sickly purple hue.
Gunther lowered his arms. His confident smile faded into a look of deep annoyance.
"Man, y'all just do not know when to quit," Gunther complained, shaking his head.
