บท 193: CHAPTER 152: ASARGAN

SOMEWHERE IN THE ANDES PLAIN

A temple stand proudly on the vast flat lands. Around the temples are large trees providing shade to the tree.

The tree leaves was green and vibrant full of life, swaying left and right as the winds blows by the tree.

The wind was not gentle instead it was harsh and unforgiving.

Yet, the leaves only sways left and right like even the harshest win will not be able to pluck these leaves from it branches.

The tree itself was gigantic standing around thirty feet tall, its shade covered a large area of the Plains, providing protection from the heat of the sun.

Yet, what sunlight will appear in this area?

The skies on top of the temple was dark and produce thunder bolts with various colors with each of the thunderbolt possessing a mysterious power embed in each of the lightning.

Sometimes its red, Sometimes its blue, sometime it's black and sometimes its purple. And once in a while silver lightning would also fall down.