The Finger Host turned around. Sure enough, a gate had appeared behind him.
But that gate was a mass of shifting shadows, sometimes the outline of light cast along the edge of an irregular rock, sometimes sand stirred up by the wind.
He had not made up his mind yet, but he had no time to hesitate. Countless monsters were crawling in through the shattered crevices. Their biological features had been reforged in the flames, leaving them utterly chaotic: soldiers had Orc wings, Drakes were covered in budding horns. The only thing they had in common was that they were all staring fixedly at the Finger Host.
Meanwhile, in the depths of the darkness where the monsters ran rampant, Lu Mingfei, who had returned from his Golden Spirit state, raised his head and looked toward the flames surging into the sky.
At that moment, he suddenly felt extraordinarily at ease, as though the monsters and wails around him did not exist. It was as if he stood beneath the stars, breathing the quiet night breeze.
This was an enormously consequential decision, to let a cowardly soul take the king's place and continue onward. But Lu Mingfei did have deeper considerations. He was a god who had witnessed the rise and fall of civilizations, and the distant future he saw deserved to be called "the end" far more than the Black King's awakening did.
"The human world... the course of the Dragon Raja civil war. All of this sweeps everyone along, including me."
"This decision is bound to affect the fates of many people, humans and Hybrids. Some are anxiously awaiting battle reports, while others are simply innocent bystanders, going through their busy days and sleeping peacefully at night as always... You can place unlimited trust in how seriously I take