Chapter 929 Two Spirit Emperors
- “Atlas!”
- A single tear slid down Bennett's weather-creased cheek, glistening against his saffron robe. He and Atlas had towered over their generation—two titans who once laughed at the heavens—yet the sword master now looked as desolate as winter ash.
- Atlas' sword lay in ruins. So, too, did his time—each breath a dwindling grain inside an hourglass no one could turn.