"Oh? You really do have potential," Dohans' cold, calm voice echoed. "That's good. I've raised this sect and the strongest clans of this world for a long time, but I was still unsure if devouring them would be enough to evolve my core to the Celestial level."
His words made the whole army swallow hard. Before Darian showed up, everyone in the sect and the clans saw themselves as powerful and unshakable. The neutral clans believed their strength was respected even by that king. The sect members trusted their defensive inscription as a barrier not even he could break…
But reality was very different. If that king had really wanted to wipe them out earlier, they wouldn't have lasted even a single day.
It was all because Dohans wanted to fatten them up under pressure, forcing them to create more and more powerful figures… realizing they were nothing but prey waiting for the day of slaughter, terrified them.
