When the subordinate Empyrean of the Lord of Shadows reported the incident in its entirety, the long hall-like room decorated with dim, but ancient and old relics, stirred.
Both Old Gu and the Lord of Shadows were shaken, though the letter hid it well.
As they glanced at each other, Qingyu and Baoshi realized something was wrong. A defection of two Empyreans would not rattle these two men.
'Someone who could break out of the Abyssos Prison... Is he really the darkness of the prophecy?' Yasashii Hito thought solemnly.
'No!' He decided he would be the one to do it.
"The fake God keeps delaying the inevitable. Tomorrow, we will bring the war to his doorstep."
His loud voice did not remain shackled to the confines of the dark room.
It echoed and reverberated throughout the Realm. It was like a trumpet of war was blown.
Millions of people willing to die for him cheered, a sense of determination burning wild in their hearts.
