CHAPTER 697

The continent was seething with rumors. Stories of Purgatory's actions and the death of Carcom, the traitor dragon, continued to grow, transforming in every mouth that repeated them.

The rumors were like seeds planted in the world's farthest corners, germinating in markets, taverns, and noble halls, shaping perceptions and igniting fears. At the same time, in the shadows, Purgatory's leaders gathered to discuss setbacks to their plans, shocked by the unexpected news of Carcom's fall.

In the bustling market of Cannaris, where the smell of exotic spices mingled with the aroma of freshly baked bread, merchants murmured as they haggled over prices. "It's incredible, isn't it?" said a cloth merchant as he folded a fine blue silk cloth. "First they attack Cannes and now this. Purgatory seems to have tentacles everywhere."