Chapitre 157: Larl lunged

"Have they finally arrived?"

The sound of the wind whistling through the barren demon lands was the only other noise accompanying Sylvus's voice as he stood tall on a rocky outcropping. His gaze was sharp, piercing through the distance as he spotted the figures approaching. With a casual flick, he spit out a sunflower seed shell, his lips curling into a faint smile. There was something almost peaceful about the moment, though anyone watching closely would sense the brewing storm beneath his calm demeanor.

Among the group approaching, one figure stood out to Sylvus — Horace, the Temple Master of the Temple of Radiance. His presence here, while somewhat surprising, wasn't completely unexpected. Sylvus tilted his head slightly, pondering the situation. Of course, the Temple of Radiance would be involved in this. After all, they were known for their righteous crusades, always seeking to eliminate what they considered the remnants of evil.