Bulida City.
As the sun began to set in the west, the sky was painted in a gorgeous golden hue. The twilight's afterglow illuminated the thin snow on the peak of Ostrero Mountain, cloaking the entire range in a sacred garment.
"As long as I can escape, as long as I can escape to that place..."
Rashar fled in desperation, fully aware that the national celebration had just ended and the War God would soon return to this Divine Descendant Hall.
As long as those few War Gods returned, they would definitely be able to protect him.
The sunset would soon fall, and once night fell in the Cerryti Empire, he would return to the Ninth-order.
