Chapter 936 Perfect Realm Titans

• A savage wind charged across the battlefield like an invisible cavalry, its roar drowning every uncertain heartbeat.
• The gust tore Magnus' hood from his crown. Coal-black hair lashed his cheeks, revealing a face drained of all warmth and tattooed with eerie nether-runes that pulsed a sickly violet each time lightning flickered behind the clouds.
• Finneas felt his throat tighten. Awe and dread crashed through him, a tide he could neither ride nor resist.