Raylo raised his glass, took a sip of fruit wine, and gazed out the window toward the northwest, where the sky was shrouded in night.
In a contest between two Catastrophe Level powerhouses, anyone who rashly interfered would likely be ground to dust in a war that, to the powerful, was a game of chess, but to those beneath them, was a meat grinder.
「One week later.」
The shadows of the Crimson Bloodline and the Witch Demon King were temporarily cast beyond the northwestern border of Black Stone Territory.
The territory was now immersed in an unprecedentedly festive atmosphere.
The once solid, solemn, and even somewhat coarse Black Stone Castle had been completely renovated.
The mottled walls were freshly painted, the flagstone streets washed clean, and the houses on both sides fitted with new doors and windows.
Blooming flowers adorned every windowsill, and colorful ribbons stretched from eave to eave, transforming the entire castle into a sea of joy.
