The last one standing would only die a more miserable death facing the Deceit Puppet Master.
At this thought,
she looked toward Han Yun.
Her expression grew uncharacteristically serious.
"Let's hear your thoughts…"
...
While Su Ta and Han Yun discussed the mission for the Ten-star Novel World,
on the last remaining island shrouded in mist,
the tip of a Gothic spire peeked out.
Silver moonlight spilled down from above.
At that moment,
if anyone could have entered this place, they would have been stunned by the sight that greeted them.
Within the mist,
the entire island was not deserted.
Quite the opposite,
it was teeming with flickering figures, and rows of buildings stood everywhere.
It was like a miniature civilized world.
Faint coal smoke lingered between lampposts forged from Black Iron. Inside their glass shades, weak flames danced, illuminating the immediate area.
Mist from a recent rain steamed off the stone-paved streets.
