Chapter 338 -336-Fernard’s Extraordinary Encounter In an Unknown Realm
Fernard sat on his throne, frustration mounting as he swept aside the mountainous piles of books surrounding him.
His anger, no longer containable, erupted: "Bogart? How much longer must I be buried in these books?"
Behind Fernard’s throne, a Wraith materialized, utterly different from Sheimodo.
This Wraith, clad in a golden white robe, exuded a gentle demeanor.
His face, revealed beneath the brim of his robe’s hood, was creased with wrinkles.
Had Bogart not been floating, no one would have guessed this elderly figure was a Wraith.
Bogart’s face carried a warm smile as he spoke softly, like a gentle breeze and a light rain: "My lord, these books are the secret treasures of my Cult. You must master them; otherwise, you will never fully wield the power of my Cult."
Fernard let out a long sigh, his resignation palpable as he sat back down. "You always say that. Is there ever an end to it?"
Complex emotions flickered across Bogart’s face.
In his heart, he doubted Fernard’s suitability as a successor. Yet, bound by the staff in Fernard’s possession, Bogart was compelled to obey.
With a deep bow, he addressed Fernard solemnly: "My lord, this is your destiny. The supreme deity chose you, and with that choice comes the responsibility to bear the rise and fall, the honor and disgrace, of the Wraith Cult."