Chapter 441: Julio Mabre's Hideout

To the northwest of Jenith rose a towering mountain called Mount Moonward. It was the highest peak in all of Jenith, wreathed in mist year-round, its slopes so treacherous they looked like they had been carved for the sole purpose of turning back intruders. Because the place was remote and nearly impossible to traverse, it had remained untouched for ages, a desolate Secret Realm where no human footprints lingered. At that moment, on the very summit of Mount Moonward, a lone figure sat cross-legged...