The darkness of night reigned within the sky, and billions soundly slept, unaware of the world's changes. But throughout the Holy Continent, those with substantial cultivation awoke, startled by this scent and miasma that flashed by their faces, and irritated their noses.
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Olrich sat on his throne, expecting the future developments when suddenly, the dark-green miasma flashed before him, then carried on its way.
Having never seen or felt such a thing in almost one thousand years of existence, he frowned. However, relying on his personal knowledge, he failed to assess what just occurred. Therefore, he used the Infernal Souls'.
And even from them, he could only make vague assumptions. But those assumptions terrorized him.
"Could it be…no...impossible. How could such a thing occur…in a mortal world?"
Olrich shook his head, dismissing his thoughts. But as his apprehensions vanished, a dreadful possibility echoed within his mind.
