Onowen, his body pierced through by the greatsword, gradually lost all signs of life. The plague that had lost its host began spreading wildly, trying to find its next victim.
The three of them had no choice but to leave.
"Conquest is not an achievement, but a sin."
"He did not die of plague, but of his own conscience."
The Storyteller could not help sighing.
Onowen had never been a cold-blooded imperial general. From beginning to end, he had been that priest who wanted to bring peace and eliminate suffering.
Unfortunately, with the collapse of the Gullad Empire, he would never live to see his ideals realized.
Li Miao took a deep breath upon hearing that, feeling a knot in his chest.
Still, the exploration had to continue. They had more important matters to attend to.
"The plague mist has cleared. Let's go check the Law Scale Guardian's resting place next."
Li Miao weighed the key in his hand.
At the same time, in the deepest reaches of Gullad Palace.
After watching the last palace guard and Silver Mask Warlock fall before him, Yuanfang slowly walked toward the vast dark-gold hall.
Before he could enter, however, a voice echoed from afar.
"Who seeks an audience with the Emperor of Gullad?"
The voice was booming, though it carried a rather affected air.
Yuanfang remained unmoved and strode forward.
The other players behind him exchanged glances, each seeing the confusion in the others' eyes.
"The Emperor of Gullad?"
"Herzaken didn't leave? He's still in the palace?"
"No, it should be that usurper, right? What was he called—Root of the Faceless?"
The Prison Players tossed out a few guesses.
Their doubts were soon answered as they advanced.
At the very center of the far end of the solemn, frigid Gullad hall stood an