"He knows!!"
"Damn... he knows."
Dawn cursed under his breath; he instinctively knew the Nether Wraiths king was talking about the Abyss Mark.
To be honest, during these past three years, the Mark had remained completely silent. Sometimes Dawn even forgot its existence.
"Hehehe..."
The Nether Wraith king laughed sinisterly. He himself was not sure of his findings; there seemed to be a strange aura surrounding Dawn's body rendering his probing useless. But from the reaction just now, the Nether Wraiths king was completely certain.
"The stars have aligned. The wheel turns at last."
A low chuckle reverberated through the cavern. His eyes glowed with something deeper than madness—certainty.
"How long I have waited for this moment… And here you are. The final chess piece. The curse soul. The end of my suffering."
Nether Wraith's king started to mutter with a dazed look in his pitch black pupils.
