Chapter 128: The Art of Upending Time

"I'm off, then." The gaunt elder let out a hearty laugh, turned into a streak of rainbow light, and vanished into the distance. Maximus lifted his gaze to the horizon, his gaze distant. He suddenly smiled. "Son of a bitch... Moriana, I'll be waiting for you down in the Netherworld." The Myriad Blood hovered above his head, its bloody radiance no longer blazing. The hair-thin red rays had stopped gathering. Maximus shrugged and threw his head back in a long, ringing howl. Like a rallying call,...