Chapter 790: Exilon
Exilon was a world forged in hardship and baptized in suffering. It was a place where the sun rarely shone and where the land itself seemed to reject the warmth of life.
The skies were perpetually cloaked in thick, gray clouds that loomed like a judgment, and a bone-chilling rain fell for most of the year.
The ground was cold, damp, and unyielding, and the bitter wind carved its way across the land with a savage relentlessness.
In some seasons, the temperatures dropped so drastically that anyone without the strength of cultivation would simply freeze to death within hours.
Yet the climate was only the first of many trials Exilon had to offer.
Vast regions of the planet were designated as Monster Zones—hostile, dangerous areas teeming with grotesque and deadly beasts. These creatures, some as large as fortresses, roamed freely, hunting anything foolish or unfortunate enough to enter their domain. Entire caravans would vanish without a trace, and even fortified cities near the borders of these zones often faced monster attacks that left behind scorched ruins and rivers of blood.
And then there were the storms.
Electromagnetic anomalies in Exilon’s atmosphere occasionally gave birth to titanic electric storms—terrifying phenomena that could obliterate entire cities in moments. With lightning bolts capable of melting steel and disrupting advanced magical arrays, these storms struck without warning, often shattering the crystal-based communication systems that the various settlements relied upon. Their frequency was unpredictable, but their devastation was legendary.
It was a world where only the strongest, most fanatical, and most disciplined warriors could hope to survive. Conviction wasn’t just a virtue—it was a requirement for life.
But this was no accident.