The Goddess of Misfortune left in deep thought.
Lear watched her cold, aloof back, calm and unfathomable like an abyss.
This ambush set up by turning the enemy's scheme against them had already changed before it even began, shrouded in layer upon layer of doubt and shadow.
How things would end, no one could tell.
But one thing was certain: the Long Thorn Mountain Range had already become the center of the storm.
He took a deep breath, his gaze gradually turning sharp.
No matter how the situation outside developed, he had only one goal... to hold Katana.
No one could touch his territory!
The hundreds of thousands of believers inside were his foundation!
What gave Lear some pressure, though, was that this time the Goddess of Misfortune had come and clearly told him... the Wild Pantheon might make their move around the end of July.
There were only a bit more than ten days left...
As he pondered, he turned his head toward the west of the Swamp.
