Chapter 1192 Guard It With Your Life

• “So this is the Doomsday Totem? What does it actually do, and why does it stir up so much bloodshed?”
• Jayce locked his gaze on the blood-red Doomsday Totem. The thing felt steeped in some kind of spell, dizzying and wrong, the kind that makes you want to look away—because once your eyes land on it, you’re hooked, and even your mind feels tugged off course.
• Could a single plaque really plunge all of Chanaea—and the whole world—into chaos? Jayce didn’t buy it. But maybe its meaning was so massive that people would chase it like moths to a flame.