บท 242: Spirit Prince Volten

His fists, still glowing with furious lightning, clenched tighter as he floated mid-air, facing down the corrupted Yuan Zhen, who sneered with arrogance and abyssal power.

Volten's mind raced, his heart burning with a deep, long-buried resentment. The gods had been permissive of this whole situation.

WHY?

Bavdall, the supposed protector of the light, had allowed one of his most devout followers to fall into the clutches of the Abyss.

HOW?

Volten had begun his life like the rest of Nexaria, dedicated his life to the gods' will, fighting in their name as weapons against the abyss, upholding their order of this, their world—and yet, WHERE were they now?