Bab 1228: Grimdawn- In the Midst of Brewing Storm

'It's a perfect storm in the making no matter what I do.'

Eren tapped his fingers on the table as he thought of many things at once. His absent-minded eyes looked like they were peering into all the possible future events unfolding because of his actions.

'Demonmir. Demon Princes. The half-bloods. Last Blood Bastion. Anfang Alliance. The kingdom of Layos. Ongoing war. Lazarus Project. Reen. Sansara World. Sansara runes. Maya. The world-encompassing barrier. The five neighboring worlds. My spirit beast. Hex gear sets. Master Rank….

Many variables. And the poor lonely me. Kekeke. This… this should be fun.'

The butcher's eyes shone brightly when he formulated a radical plan in his head. It brought a smile to his face and finally inspired him to get up from his seat. It also inspired him to do more than just get up.

'As storm clouds gather in my sight,

Fallout lurks in each new site.

Each path I take shakes my poise.

Leaves me to face the deafening noise.