Duchess Triss of the Blood Vulture Clan has appeared, stirring up a storm to try to slow down the spread of the plague, and to allow more people to escape. Those Blood Vulture Psychics have risked opening teleportation portals in this chaotic area of Spiritual Energy.
Jumping into a teleportation portal in this situation is equivalent to stepping into hell.
No one knows where a portal without precise targeting might send them.
But one thing is certain, even if thrown to the other side of the world, it's more blessed than staying here to face the scourge of the plague.
Defeat!
Dymes saw the standard scene of defeat from high above; the long-besieged Blackflame Mountain Pass finally fell on this disastrous day, and those formidable Retinue Army soldiers dared not even look back at the area they had defended for so many years.
It seemed as if in an instant, this place had become a monstrous beast with a bloody maw ready to devour.
"Where is Lord Hether?"
