Chapter 627: The Descent

"Tyro is dead?" A dazzling golden radiance surrounded Laar, his pupils shining like miniature suns. "Who's responsible for this?!" he demanded, his words booming through the palace, shaking it to its core. His youngest and most beloved son, Tyro, was gone! Laar's chest heaved with fury, his eyes grew even more fearsome, and golden flames began to dance across his body. Oss's eyes were icy as she silently stared at the woman-a disaster-class powerhouse, one of the Twelve Gods. Although the woman...