The skies above the waning Undead Boundary had become eerily quiet, yet beneath that silence, countless storms were gathering.
Far above the newly established Evernight war fronts, two terrifying figures stood upon a floating platform forged from crimson crystal and abyssal stone. Behind them, the battlefield was rapidly taking shape.
Endless streams of cultivators moved between fortresses, supply caravans crossed the heavens, array formations formed one after another, and millions of runes lit up the wastelands. The entire region was transforming into a colossal war machine.
But neither of the two figures paid much attention to it; their gazes remained fixed on a single target. The Undead Boundary.
The Evernight Demon King stood quietly with her hands folded behind her back; her small figure appeared harmless, almost delicate. Yet the countless Abyssal Lords and Grand Lords operating below did not dare look directly at her.
