Defense Battle (7) “Someone managed to skillfully manipulate a Glacier Troll? And you’re suspecting it was the work of the [Foreordained]…?” In a secluded mansion on the outskirts, not far from the capital. The place, often used as a clandestine meeting spot for dissenters, was shrouded in an eerie silence. An elderly priest, his intense green eyes piercing the empty...
🔒