"That hand... I call it the 'Weaver.'"
Han Feng looked at Ye Jinghong, enunciating each syllable of the name.
"And the Divine Soul Crystals? They are the 'viruses' it spreads throughout Dragon Abyss to control and corrupt."
"All of us who have consumed them are livestock it's raising, all part of its plan, just waiting to be harvested."
"Tools of control? Viruses?"
Ye Jinghong mulled over those two words. A chill shot up from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head, and unrestrained horror flashed in his eyes.
"You mean... it's using us? Then the so-called 'Tide of Annihilation' is…"
"The scythe for the harvest."
Han Feng cut in coldly, "It's designed to cull the fattened pigs whose bodies have accumulated a certain concentration of the 'virus.'"
"Thor the God of Thunder was one of the first targets to be slaughtered."
"And the purpose of the harvest is sacrifice!"
