Kapitel 1182: First Offensive

Two days later…

Agmold.

At the top of the headrest of a great throne in the throne room, a small, ordinary-looking bird looked dazedly ahead, where the majestic double doors leading into the king's stronghold stood proud. The bird wasn't, however, enthralled by the graceful designs of these mundane structures. Its vision, excitement, apprehension and eagerness were stolen by something else, something far.

To think Asthon was about to witness it…

"You…you still haven't told me anything about that trembling from two days ago! It was worse than last time!" King Royan who was seated on the throne below the ordinary-looking bird said with a nervous quiver. "We just barely managed to repel those black creatures before! What is happening now?! Why hasn't the Purity sent someone to explain anything to me? Where are the Houses? Will I… Will we be safe? Can you truly defend us still?"