Rod's pupils constricted as he clearly saw that the body had no soul; this was not resurrection, but the pretense of one.
He immediately realized that this Chief Judge's body had become a puppet.
Was this the person hiding behind the Chief Judge?
Mephit coldly watched as the two halves of the body came together on their own, and a hoarse, sharp voice emanated from it.
"Worthy of being the strongest tabooer, but using your power like this, the restraining imprint will take your life."
Rod sneered, "She has a Restraint Bracelet, she won't die."
The split lips of the body revealed a sinister smile.
"Son of Destiny, you understand nothing. You have come too late, too late. The destiny has ended. Trolian is but a rut dragged behind the era of fire for a thousand years; it will evaporate like a puddle under the blazing sun. Regardless of what you or we do, a dark era is coming, and everyone will die, without exception."