Chapter 155: The Tyrant's Gaze, A New Horizon

The dust of the final battle had settled, but the tremors it sent across the Midlands continued to reshape the very foundations of the world. The oppressive aura of the Grand Elder from the Human Race Sword Palace was gone, replaced by a silence so profound it was almost deafening. In its place, a new, singular pressure descended—not one of malice, but of absolute, indisputable authority. It was the presence of Zane Casson. His name, once a whisper of a vengeful ghost, was now a thunderclap...