Vigilant Is the Best Prophet in the World

Vigilant Is the Best Prophet in the World

"What are you doing? Why do you have such a strange smile? Did something good happen?"

The Nether-Stalker's signature trembling electronic voice sounded behind Diakum, making the Vigilant nod as he answered gently:

"Yes. Just now, something wonderful began to unfold.

I entrusted a 'precious sword' to the warrior I trust most, and he has already set foot upon the right path. At the end of this long journey, he will personally drive that blade into our enemy's heart, bringing this catastrophe that has lasted far too long to a complete end.

Of course, that has nothing to do with what we need to do next.

At least, not at this moment."

Diakum turned around and looked at the peculiar "drink" the Nether-Stalker had brought over on a tray.

Within an exquisitely carved cup in the Broker style floated a mass of pale light, like flowing liquid radiance that carried a certain "viscous" texture.

At first glance, it looked much like the demon essence Troll priests "squeezed" out through wicked methods, yet it was also different.

The "liquid" in the cup had no physical substance. It was merely an external manifestation of a special power.

"Anima."

Diakum lifted the cup and examined it closely before his eyes.

This was a power unique to the Shadowlands, representing an advanced application of Death Force. Among the Six Forces, the principles of death were not necessarily the most obscure, but they were certainly the most deceptive.

In the eyes of fools, the core of Death Force's path had to be "death." That seemed obvious enough from its straightforward name, which was why the dark corners of the material world abounded with cults like the "Death Worshippers."

They revered death as believers revered the Holy Light,