The heat was unbearable, and the stench assaulted his nose.
Cheng Shi's vision gradually brightened. When he opened his eyes, he found that he had not been teleported out of the trial at all. Before him was still that blood-red battlefield, charred like scorched earth. The only difference was that the countless soldiers of war that had filled the mountains and plains were gone, replaced by a pair of...
Eyes of the Deity!
The left eye blazed like fire, dripping and churning with molten lava. The right eye was as still as a lake, yet rippled with blood-colored waves. Those heterochromatic eyes were like the sun and moon coexisting above the battlefield, hanging high in the air and staring straight at the fortunate one summoned beneath them.
Cheng Shi... was numb.
Meeting War might not have been frightening, but after learning that Order's split beside the Sea of Desire was very likely inseparable from War, he felt a trace of fear toward this so-called God of Endurance.
A dog that bites does not bark. That old saying was simply too apt.
Wait!
I'm not trying to blaspheme. Truth said that. I'm only borrowing the analogy a little.
Who would not fear someone as deep and calculating as an enduring man?
But fear was useless, because War could resonate with fear as well. The scene of Kainlaur planting Lele'er's "corpse fragments" in the soil of the Nation of War had not yet faded from his mind...
Now, Cheng Shi could only hope that War's fear was the fear of the Fear Faction, rather than some other kind of fear. Otherwise, he was probably in for a rough time.
He shook his head and hurriedly cut off his wild thoughts, honestly returning to the role of a devout supplicant.
Whatever the case,