The rumbling blood rain quickly fell, confirming the ancient prophecy.
"Duke, the blood moon is ominous, not to be touched lightly!"
Seeing Hudson step out the door, Afia hurriedly reminded him.
The profession of diviner is ranked among the most dangerous on the continent.
Besides consuming resources for cultivation, personal combat power is weak, and they also suffer from backlash of fate.
To live long, one must find a reliable thigh to cling to.
An old boss like Hudson, who has kept them for years without a single task, is not easy to find.
"Don't worry, it's nothing more than the resentment left by a divine spirit, nothing serious!"
Though he spoke lightly, Hudson, strolling in the blood rain, still raised a magic shield.
Feeling the resentment in the blood rain, Hudson knew something really happened to the gods.
What caused the fall of the gods, he couldn't know, the only certainty is that chaos would soon erupt across the continent.
