There was a massive obsidian castle floating above the richest continent of the entire Abyssalcrown Empyrean World. To call it a castle was an understatement; it was vast enough to be considered a city in its own right.
The spiritual energy saturating the structure was so pure that even Prima Deities could cultivate with it and see exceptional results. Tens of millions could have lived inside its walls, yet the true population was less than ten thousand.
Its name was the Infernal Crow, the dwelling place of those seated at the absolute peak of the caste system—those who ruled the world with an iron hand. Usually, the Infernal Crow was a place of unbroken serenity and decadent laughter, its residents basking in luxuries seized from every corner of the world. But for the past several weeks, the city had grown unnervingly quiet. A somber, oppressive tension hung in the air, spreading through every corridor and courtyard like a disease.
