Chapter 100: Faction
Just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse.
Bianca Valestra.
The younger generation had forgotten. Marcus’s hadn’t. They lived through it. She represented the epitome of human hubris, and perhaps the greatest mistake committed by their entire species.
And now she was back.
The Duke rose and slammed his fist into the table. Golden light surged across his skin. His pleasant voice twisted—gravelly, echoing, as if thousands spoke at once.
"What is the meaning of this? You all told me she was dead!"
Despite his intimidation, the other two at the table didn’t even bat an eye.
"Gerard, calm yourself. This summit is for us to work together," President Shang said in a stern voice. A glowing spear manifested in his hand, which Shang rested on his shoulder. "Or do you wish to begin Earth’s crucible now that Heaven’s Fist is dead?"
Tsk. Gae-bolg. He is serious.
Marcus’s body screamed to run at the mere sight of Shang’s spear. It was their leader’s personal weapon created from the body of an alien Tyrant. An oppressive black fog began to cloud over them as Shang smiled.
"Both of you! Stop this at once!" shouted the woman at the table. A bright light burst from her hand, slicing the black smoke apart. Marcus felt his body being purified by the sacred light coming from the woman’s hand.