Descendants of the Titans

Let me explain the situation. Due to various reasons involving work and life, this book has practically become a monthly release. I'm working hard to change that and finish it as soon as possible. I've also started planning a new book and have written the beginning. Once everything is adjusted, I'll return to a normal update schedule. Please forgive me.

As for what Landen had obtained from the Shadow Dragon, even the two Plane Guardians were curious. However, given their status, if Landen did not volunteer the information, they naturally would not ask. And so, the matter was dropped.

A battle involving a god, a planar ruler, and two Plane Guardians was absolutely unprecedented, at least during the previous twenty years.

Yet the final result of such a battle was negligible.

In summary, only some buildings in Enchantment City had been reduced to rubble, while an unknown number of shadow creatures had died in the Shadow Realm. None of it was serious and could be restored with ease.

However, the impact of this battle was enormous. For example—

"So you mean, the gods..." Landen pointed toward the sky. It was clear and cloudless, of course, but that was not what he meant. "The gods are coming for you?"

Valhalla nodded. Pippin, who stood beside him, said nothing. Clearly, after the previous battle, even though he had disliked Landen, he had developed a certain degree of recognition for him. Landen's seemingly prophetic abilities, as Valhalla had described them, as well as his ability to make the most appropriate preparations even when facing a god, had given Pippin an entirely new impression of him.

"To escape, Mask tore the Shadow Realm apart. Although he successfully fled, his disguise was also exposed, and the gods now know what he did," Valhalla explained in