Chapter 878 My Inheritor

• "You wretched punk," Alaric hissed, his voice thrumming through the air like a temple bell struck at midnight. "You thought you could butcher my Pantheon Hall elites and then scurry into this forgotten corner of the world, never to be found? Today—through this very avatar—I have come to wipe your name from creation itself."
• A murderous chill bled from Alaric's every syllable, enough to make the surrounding stones sweat.
• Yet Jaziel only answered with a thin, contemptuous laugh.