Chapter 453: Thunder Law Shatters Evil, The Warden's Judgment

The peak of Mount Gloomveil was a vortex of malevolence. A colossal, obsidian altar, carved with grotesque sigils that seemed to writhe in the faint moonlight, dominated the summit. It pulsed with a sickening, crimson light, drawing the very life force from the surrounding land. The air was thick with the stench of blood and decay, a palpable miasma of negative energy that would have driven a lesser man insane. At the center of this profane stage stood Brantley Scarfield. His arms were raised...