#Chapter308

His body is standing on the highest pillar in Nora, giving him a view of the whole scenery. Still, the sun hasn’t shone since the clouds are muddy, ready to water the land. He smiles wickedly, showing his deformed front teeth. Black magic has created a monster, dark spots on his skin, devious gaze that can create nightmares.

“Sir, our army is in position,” a dark Dragon says to him, and he nods.

He looks up and raises his fist in the air, directing everyone’s attention on him.

“Today, we will win the war. Today, history will be made, and our names will be written in stone. Songs will...