'The Blood Cult…'
As Adonis had learnt months ago, when he was saved by Selah; eons ago, the world had been plunged into a bloody and violent war that spanned the five continents and threatened to end the world.
It was known as the Scarlet Centipede War. It was the same war the White Dragon Nomad Troupe had ended, when Selah was in her prime.
What he hadn't known was that this entire war had been caused by a single group. A single force.
A single cult that had pushed the world and its five continents to the brink of extinction.
And currently, they seemed to make a resurgence.
The more Adonis listened to the various Dukes speak, the clearer the picture became in his head and the more somber his expression became.
'The blood cult was planning this to be a powerful come back. These formations—they're trying to summon something to deal a blow to us all and restart the war.'
He frowned.