In the dead of night, the lights were still on at the private club by the coast, and a middle-aged man stood by the window, listening to the sound of the tide and silently watching young people playing on the basketball court.
"It seems our challenge has already been delivered,"
Aaron leaned on the sofa, brewing himself a cup of tea, "If they're wise, the Sacrificial Temple should evacuate Linhai. Once the deity awakens, even the Sacred High Priestess won't be able to stem the tide. This is our city now, our territory. The Federation and the Church should understand that they're powerless to reverse the situation. The only option is to give up this city."
