Chapter 274 Black Mountain Goat Cub

Clear morning at the Lakeside of Bell Lake, dampness was pervasive.

Outside a pavilion on the Lakefront Corridor, in the green lushness of the grassy landscape above, a blurry rift suddenly appeared, twinkling with a light interwoven with gold and black.

"Crack!"

It was as if the sound of fabric being torn echoed, accompanied by faint thunder, emanating from the rift into the air, vanishing in an instant. The low shrubs and grass blades on the slope bowed their heads as if humbly greeting someone in reverence.

"Whoosh!"

A gush of stinky green slime rolled out of the rift and splattered among the lawns, inciting the wild grass to grow wildly. The dark green leaves on the bushes seemed to receive the blessings of a Druids' animating spell, transforming into big mouths singing hymns that no one could understand:

"Sll'ha Nilgh'ri-nyt shogg ooboshu ... " (The servant of all thing's invites the Dark Kingdom to descend ...)