Spread throughout the four continents, all Overlords felt something. It was as if a heavy suppressive aura had descended from the sky.
The aura could not hurt them, and it was something that only they could feel. But even they could not locate the source of this.
The source appeared to be everywhere, and nowhere at the same time. Even the four Overlords could not find the source.
"Has it been peaceful for too long?" Feng Yu mumbled under her breath, looking at the sky above.
Standing atop the Necromancer Tower, the Overlord of Death started laughing. The reason behind his laughter remained unknown, yet beneath that laughter lurked something ominous.
The Holy Priestess looked at the statue of the Goddess. She closed her eyes and returned to her prayer in silence.
In the Heroes' Continent, Mist also closed her eyes. Her thoughts were impossible to fathom.
....
"I truly don't understand if he is lucky, or unlucky."
