Chương 306: The Third Form, Belras

Babels Tower, Second Floor

High above the skies were the clouds so thick they seemed solid; cascaded beneath the Heavenly Iron Peak Moutain stood a lone figure shrouded by a thick mist. Old as the timeless winds, he stood before hundreds of awakeners, each performing their various martial skills to the best of their ability. 

Arms poised behind his back, as his robes fluttered touch by the soothing winds, Lord Lu Chen sniffled, stiffing the sneeze threatening to explode. He cursed inwardly, thinking, 'God damn it! Screw those Bastard within the Council of Omnis. My peaceful life is ruined!' He sighed. "I could be in bed teasing my junior Sister. Not watching over some brats that'll come to kill me in the future.' 

He winced, finally allowing a frown to mar his striking features hidden away by the weave of time. 

"Lord Lu!" Atticus said, drawing forward. "I've done it."