Chương 1725: Table Manners

The voice was clear but without any emotions, like Kieran's emotionless face.

The pale looking apostle was frozen, he couldn't move his body at all due to fear.

The crying prophet stopped his loud crying but he wept softly, making him look more pitiful than before.

The two knew a lot about the mystical side, so their instincts reacted naturally when they saw Kieran in front of them.

As for more?

They did hold their trembles back though.

The prophet held back the apostle and shared his 'vision'. The apostle saw a darkness filled wilderness without any signs of life, despair starting to come afloat in his heart.

He saw what the darkness really was. It t wasn't the natural one, neither was it the common supernatural darkness, it was... the darkness of devour!

The horror that devours everything!