Chapitre 2703: Tread Lightly

Minerva at the bottom of a large mountain of crystal. High above, meditating Ancestors sat on clouds of pink, their eyes closed and the postures filled with a disgusting sort of superiority and feigned indifference. 

Under normal circumstances, Minerva should have waited for their acknowledgement to speak. Even now, they hadn't even cast a single glance toward her. But at the moment, she couldn't be bothered to give a damn. 

"The Void Race will likely send someone to wipe us all out soon," she said lightly. 

Dozens of eyes flashed open at once, their gazes landing on Minerva in unison, an unbridled pressure that could crush a Mortal in an instant rippling out from them in all directions. 

The words Minerva had just spoken were far too ridiculous, far too shocking. It sounded like a joke, but it also didn't make any sense for it to be one.