Chapter 295 Darker Goals

• Mammon's demeanor shifted to one of grave importance. He straightened his suit jacket, letting his voice drop to a conspiratorial tone. "Our arcane radars have picked up something unprecedented."
• The Briar patriarch raised an eyebrow. "The arcane radars have been silent for a century. What triggered them all of a sudden?"
• His nephew smiled a thin smile. "The signatures of a rare life-form. Without doubt, a god-human hybrid has manifested on Earth. It's young, a fledgling, but the power readings are off the charts. A being of divine and mortal blood."