Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Four
The sky trembled as Crow stepped through the obsidian portal, his black cloak fluttering like wings of shadow. Behind him, the air cracked and warped as Primordial Dragon Xar'Zenth emerged—its titanic form shrouded in cosmic fog, eyes swirling with galaxies. With a single step, time buckled and reality distorted.
Beside Crow, Sylvanna, the Primordial Elven Goddess, floated gracefully, vines and shimmering leaves entwined around her staff. Her aura whispered of creation and death. Opposite her walked Liana, the Human Primordial Goddess, radiant and seductive as ever, her every movement calculated, her eyes fixed on Crow with possessive interest.
They had arrived at the edge of the Desolate Spire, an ancient battlefield where echoes of dead gods still screamed in the wind. Their goal: defeat the guardian of the forgotten realm and unlock the seal to the Vault of Stars, where a Mythic-tier relic—and a dormant Divine Hero—awaited.
Xar'Zenth's voice boomed through Crow's mind.
"Shall I erase this place now, or later?"
"Not yet," Crow replied, smirking. "Let's make this fun."
Liana leaned closer, whispering, "Everything you do is fun, Master…"
Sylvanna's glare was sharp enough to cut through the void.
As they stepped deeper into the ruin, ancient beasts stirred, reality shimmered, and the trial of gods began.
Crow didn't draw his weapon.
He didn't need to.
He brought gods.