Chương 115: The Last Material

'Cursed is everyone chosen by RECORD; Those who have "THEIR" Blessings are the Blessed Ones.'

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Tomislav's hairs were flailing as if a continuous upward gust of wind was keeping them up by their ends. Two blinding Golden Tridents had overshadowed the blues of his eyes. The scene on a starry night was even more bizarre.

Two eye-like holes had opened in the night sky, with one of them directly over the spotless moon. The world got devoid of the moonlight, darkening everything for a moment. But soon a golden tinge engulfed the entire Dungeon. And two blurry images of enormous Golden Tridents could be seen in the holes of the Sky too.

"WATER."