บท 320: Lingering Training

In a colossally sized castle, somewhere in the east of The Kingdom of Fallen Hopes. The black castle was among the lands where the living died, and the dead returned.

In a spacious room, on a huge throne forged of black iron, sat an enchanting girl. She was very tall, had silver hair and eyes as black as the abyss. She wore a black robe with a picture of a white braid.

She smiled smirkily as she looked toward the Glass Forest. Despite the vast distance, she could easily feel those giant energy fluctuations.

The girl bit her lip and said, "Looks like something interesting is starting. We need to fight someone. No, better to destroy some light organization and start a local war!"

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At the same time, on an island above the clouds. A man in a red robe stood in front of a canvas in a high tower. His robe had a picture of an ebony tree on it, but it was different from all the others.