Only a god reincarnate, with energy coursing in its body, could pose a threat to a mighty being like himself, one of the strongest on the continent.
The older you are in the world, the more cautious you become.
Faced with a possible reincarnation of a god, the man in the mask had no desire to provoke him.
"Aren't we going to look for the Blood Moon Horn then?"
Carlos asked with confusion.
The Skeleton Society had invested heavily in this "Evil Tool" and suddenly letting go doesn't align with the nature of a cult organization.
"There's no rush, we're not the only ones looking for the Blood Moon Horn.
Release the information, the Blood Moon Horn is in the Mountain Domain, the members of the Clergy will naturally pave the way for us."
The man in the mask said with a cold smile.
Those who know themselves best are always enemies, especially those made up of internal traitors.
