When Onyx entered the Lord's mansion, the guardian mummies moved wooden boxes filled with gunpowder to the warehouse.
He looked at the boxes of alchemy gunpowder that emitted strong mana fluctuations.
His face showed some emotion.
Who would have thought that a small force with only a few dozen units two months ago would grow to such a level?
He could only describe what he saw and heard in Twilight City in one word– exaggerated.
Such a growth rate was simply unheard of.
He would not imagine how much Twilight City would develop in a year or two.
He felt like he had witnessed history in a daze.
Perhaps, one day in the future.
This unremarkable territory would become an existence one could not ignore in the desert.
Furthermore, Onyx had a strange feeling that his premonition might come true.
After he took a few deep breaths, he forcefully suppressed his inner thoughts.
