Chapter 1060: To Defend With Blood

Night lay heavy, grief blanketing all of South Cutmore, and every gaze was dull with despair. Their Holy Lord, Frank Yale, had failed to reach the peak of the Quasi-Celestial realm. With that failure, hope was snuffed out. In this darkness, not a single glimmer remained; it felt like hell itself. Frank came, his steps weighted, ascending the South Cutmore city wall. His long hair had turned snow-white. He could barely meet their eyes, having shattered every last hope. He stopped in silence, a...