Chapter 575: The Grand Strategy

It wasn't until nine hours later that Frank Yale finally retracted the celestial flame. "Is it done?" Lance Shayle jolted awake, rubbed his eyes, and blinked them open. As soon as he did, Clare Quiney and the others stared in bewilderment. "Those eyes..." Their reaction was understandable, given the circumstances. Lance's eyes were indeed peculiar—one blue and one purple, each shimmering with its unique glow, creating a strikingly odd appearance. "This is the feeling," Lance remarked, pulling...