As a follower of the Lord of Black Mist, it was only reasonable to seize an Annihilation Cultist's God-given item, wasn't it?
As for exactly how the "god" worshipped by the Annihilation Cultists had bestowed this item, Rona naturally had no way of knowing. He had no interest whatsoever in exploring the inner world of lunatics.
His conversation with Rona came to an end.
Luo Chuan tossed aside his Magic Phone, sat on the edge of the bed, and lay down.
"Luo Chuan, Luo Chuan, what do you think?"
Yao Ziyan sat down beside Luo Chuan and poked his cheek as she asked.
"I look at it with my eyes."
Luo Chuan had his eyes closed, his voice sounding languid.
Yao Ziyan rolled her eyes and switched to poking him in the ribs. "Be serious."
The name "soft spot" truly existed for a reason.
"Stop it."
"Then hurry up and tell me."
"What am I supposed to say?"
Luo Chuan sighed, sat up, and scratched his head. "Anyway, the Annihilation Cultists are definitely villains. They can't possibly get whitewashed as directly as the Endless Divine Court did. That could only mean some..."
"Some what?" Yao Ziyan pressed.
"Nothing." Luo Chuan shook his head. "Just take it as intuition."
He couldn't exactly say that, given a certain unscrupulous author's character, who knew whether they would pull off some wild stunt at the very end?
"This is the area eroded by the nightmare."
Tasenk, head priest of the Church of Black Mist, stopped before a patch of ruins.
Stuart surveyed the scene before him.
Hollow, gray-white, deathly still... A strange aura lingered in the air. Everything seemed to have been steeped in some special force, leaving behind nothing but empty shells.
This was the most obvious mark left behind by nightmare