Chapter 39
"HELL."
The young diviner screamed at the top of his lungs, as if his entire existence depended on it.
Then he collapsed.
Lifeless.
His eyes turned hollow, empty, as though his soul had fled his body. Yet what truly happened was far worse than anyone present could comprehend.
The emperor clenched his fist slightly, irritation flashing through him.
That cursed word again.
Hell.
What was it supposed to mean.
Was the diviner claiming that Hell itself was tied to the Crimson Night and the destruction of the small kingdom. Or was he warning that whatever treasure or force caused the phenomenon would eventually unleash true hell upon the world once it matured.
He could not tell.
And now, he never would.
He was certain of one thing. The moment they spoke that word, something tore their souls away.
"What is happening."
A deep unease settled in his chest.
"And why do I have such a terrible premonition about this entire Crimson Night phenomenon."
