Chapitre 1587: Dream Gate

Sunny remained motionless for a few moments, staring at the distant figure wearing a bright vermilion cloak. 

The clouds veiling the sky were not clouds, but a myriad of flying swords. The man standing on the ruined wall of the siege capital was not a mere mortal, but a Sovereign. 

One of the three Supreme humans in existence…

Anvil of Valor, the King of Swords. 

The Sovereign was facing a Great Titan. Sunny recognized that harrowing creature from the Battle of the Black Skull, where it had decimated the armies of both Valor and Song. The Titan was vast and abominable, its power inconceivable…

But the King of Swords was no less terrifying. 

He was more like a force of nature than a human being, a walking cataclysm that tolerated no defiance. Where Anvil stood, his will was the law. Wherever his sword pointed was his kingdom.

And within the borders of his kingdom, his authority was absolute.