Chapter 584: Drevon’s Situation
In the heart of the Central Region of the Valora Continent, atop the roof of a towering, black-stone building surrounded by the intricate spires of the Monarch’s territory, Drevon stood with his arms folded, his gaze fixed skyward.
The Citadel of Atherion was descending—slowly, majestically, like a divine fortress returning to the mortal world.
It should have been a moment of triumph. The Citadel was the only known place outside the Middle Domain that contained energy dense enough to allow an expert to break into the Master Rank.
For someone like him, standing halfway into the Master Rank, it represented opportunity—a gateway to ascension.
But even then chances were much low. Citadel would descend every few years and then but no being from the Lower Domain had ever entered Master Rank from Expert Rank even with significantly dense energy in the Citadel.
For Drevon, he didn’t eye the dense energy inside the citadel but the treasures inside. He believed the treasures inside should be enough to push him into the realm of the Master Rank.
Last few times, he had entered the Citadel, it was too much restricted but with the last key being found, they could finally explored the full of Citadel.
And yet, Drevon’s expression was far from celebratory. His mood was grim, his jaw tight, the faint flicker of frustration simmering beneath his calm.
Behind him, a young man with sleek black hair and sharp, calculating eyes approached. Clad in fine robes embroidered with subtle silver lines, his presence exuded authority that went far beyond mere cultivation rank.
"Drevon," the young man spoke in an even tone, his words clipped with precision, "are your people ready? Once the Citadel settles, we make our move."