Chapter 886 Path Of Trials

• Three days later, dawn broke in a blood-red bloom above the horizon, as though the sky itself sensed how many futures hung in the balance.
• At the heart of the Holy Bastion rose the Quilton Mountain, its jagged silhouette slicing east to west like a serrated crown.
• Peak after peak unfurled in colossal coils, giving the impression of a mythic dragon stretched across the land, its stone scales aglow beneath newborn sunlight.