Voices clamored around the clouds with the strength of piercing gold and breaking stones. A pile of snow was scattered and blown away like a mini typhoon following the welcoming ceremony.
Amid the brewing breeze, the strong, vigorous soldiers were waiting for Kieran and co. who were standing at the edge of the bridge, ready to step on it.
From the looks of it, this was more of a display of power than an official welcoming ceremony, but Kieran had still expected it.
Even if everything went smoothly and Kieran went in without any happening, he would still have to worry the things that happened after that which might catch him off guard.
The devil’s aura flashed past Kieran’s body, the scorching flames clashing with the snow typhoon. The moment the two auras collided, the typhoon burst into powerless snowflakes and showered the land with its white grace.
A black umbrella was opened above Kieran, preventing the snow from falling on him.
"Thanks!"
