Andrew listened intently, his mind racing. The Oracle Temple! Was this the force his great-grandfather had mentioned, the one that prohibited those above rank four from engaging in direct combat within mortal realms to preserve the natural flow of destiny?
The Shadow Queen's gaze hardened as she stared at the Grand Duke. Then, she chuckled, a sound that sent chills down Andrew's spine. "The Oracle Temple will soon face its tribulations. When that time comes, I will return and harvest all lives in Edhen," she promised, her voice echoing with a terrible finality.
Andrew shuddered, feeling the weight of her words. During his previous life, he had witnessed her bring the Dartolonian Empire to its knees. But that wasn't all, and in his present life, her subordinates had already claimed many sorcerers' lives. Now, she promised even greater destruction.
It seemed there would be even more challenging times ahead with such a crazy and mighty demon monarch eyeing Edhen.
