"When you need it, I will trigger the Grey Tide plague, causing it to erupt from the Great Rift, spreading the plague of decay throughout the city, creating an extraordinary disaster."
An eerie voice came from the darkness; the Shadow King couldn't see its presence, but he knew that Devil was right here.
This Devil was the Sovereign of the wandering crossroads. He might not be able to control the entire Great Rift, but merely disturbing the changes of the wandering crossroads, gathering and surging the mist was no more than a simple task for him.
As simple as toppling a domino, they would fall one after the other, until they raised waves hundred meters high and storms sweeping the city.
He was extremely excited, "Ah, sounds really exciting, the land's destruction again after the Fall of the Holy City."
"What I want is not a massacre," the Shadow King's voice was hoarse, "I just want to use this to threaten the Order Bureau."
