Bab 413: Chapter 393: The Shaped God

Soft music filled the air as the waitstaff, dressed in uniform and smiling, weaved between the tables and chairs.

The silver-haired girl, expressionless, stood up and left. Black Falcon and Darren Fischer were facing each other across a table in the café, deep in conversation. Suddenly, for some reason, the voices of the people around them became inaudible, as if an invisible barrier had formed.

Darren chuckled, raised an eyebrow, and said nonchalantly,

"You and I both know one thing, the Lorne Empire is the most powerful nation on the Ouden Continent, possessing unmatched strength; thinking we can defeat them with our current power is simply a joke."

Black Falcon looked grave, took a sip of coffee, and did not reply. Darren paused, then continued,