Chapter 187: Master of the Eternal War
The moment we stepped inside, the air changed.
The battlefield outside had been chaotic, endless, a storm of death and rebirth. But here?
Here, there was only silence.
The fortress interior was massive, its walls lined with ancient abyssal runes, pulsing with dark energy. The ground beneath our feet was made of obsidian stone, but it felt... alive, like we were walking on something that was watching us.
At the end of the massive hall, standing atop an elevated throne, was him.
The Summoner of Eternal War.
He was tall and lean, draped in blackened royal robes, his face concealed behind an intricate bone mask. His hands—long and skeletal—clutched an abyssal staff, glowing with the same energy that had kept the battlefield alive.
But it was his eyes—two orbs of endless void—that sent a chill down my spine.
This wasn't just a man.
This was a force of nature.
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