Whoosh.
The deep blue Palace was filled with bubbles, and the night pearls emitted a soft light. It was a beautiful sight.
Harlandon would never have thought that the great sage of the Ishtar people, Caroline, had already become a female undead. She became the first true God of the undead race, ruling the entire race.
If this news were to spread, the entire world would be shaken.
However, if one looked at it from another perspective, it was also a matter of course, even inevitable!
If it was the secret intervention of a higher civilization, then this new race that had yet to rise, a group of natives, would naturally stand at the highest point among them and even possess the method to become a God.
