Chapter 157: The Theft of Silvero Grass

A wicked dividing line-the story now truly begins- Chapter 472: The Skeletal Archmage. The Rebirth Tide surged forth, dark as black ink, sweeping across the land as billions of undead poured into the Death World. Every Rebirth Tide is a time when predators feast, as they flock to devour the delicious souls of newly-born undead wherever the tide sweeps. But this time, in the direction Gris came from, there was a slight change. As Gris passed through, his powerful aura scared off many high-level...