The road leading toward the Ancient Soul Forest stretched across rolling plains bathed in the colors of dusk. Golden sunlight spilled across the grasslands like liquid fire while distant mountains stood against the horizon as dark silhouettes. The wind carried the scent of wildflowers and ancient trees.
Alex walked at the front of the group with his hands behind his back. Kremlin walked beside him. Behind them followed Lucien and the fourteen other Titled Douluo. The scene would have appeared completely ordinary to an outsider. Yet hidden beneath those calm appearances was a force capable of overturning the entire continent. For a while, nobody spoke.
