Countless gazes turned this way!
Though they still could not see what lay within that sealed continent, they recognized the magnificent tree silhouette radiating green light outside it.
An incomparably vast power of true spirit!
What did that mean?
Most likely, a Demon God's true spirit had fallen within that continent.
Once they reached that conclusion, countless gazes grew feverish. Such pure true-spirit power could be seized directly by them!
Yet however covetous they were, no one dared approach the tree silhouette rashly at this moment.
Even a Demon God's true spirit had fallen. No one knew what had happened within that sealed continent, nor what dangers lurked there...
Within the dark and silent Resting Place.
Balalaika, who had been immersed in the illusion of the Stele of the Strange Ring, suddenly raised her head. Her gaze turned toward the void, as though it had crossed the boundless darkness and arrived at a somewhat unfamiliar lost continent.
When she saw that colossal tree silhouette that blotted out the sky and sun, she froze.
She recognized the truth behind the tree silhouette! Though greed stirred in her heart, even greater was her shock.
She had seen the old days in her memories. Back then, let alone Demon Gods' true spirits, even true Demon Gods would fall from time to time. But that had been the chaotic era when gods coexisted, with high-ranking wizards as external enemies. The fall of a Demon God had not been a major matter.
But now, after several thousand years, this was the first time a Demon God's true spirit had fallen!
It gave Balalaika a faint sense of unease.
A wind blowing from nowhere made the barrier boards on the tavern door rattle.
It also swayed the candle flame atop the bar.
The Grave Knight, seated