บท 208: May The Fortune Of War Shine Upon You

When the artifacts on the altar started glowing, the first thing Arthas did was grab Thirteen and Netero and drag them to run away as fast as they could.

But the City Lord had only managed to grab hold of the two of them when he found himself locked in place.

It was as if some kind of enchantment was placed on the Altar, preventing anyone from going in and out of it after it was activated.

Because of this, the three could only helplessly stare at the Round Mirror, waiting for what was about to come. The mirror's surface rippled before showing a face that almost gave the three people a heart attack.

"Zion, is that you?" Paven blinked in surprise after seeing that his collaborator was on the other side of the mirror, looking back at him with a dumbfounded look on his face. "What are you doing there?"