The Power of the Krevati God’s Treasure

Millions of miles away

In the Ruins of War, there was an area filled with blood. The land was shrouded in a bright red color. All the trees and grass were dyed crimson. But the most eye-catching things were the hundreds of blood-colored altars lined up in a position similar to a large formation in the area of the bloody swamp that stretched as far as the eye could see.

Howling screams sounded from the swamp. It sounded as if millions of souls were crying.

A bloody vapor covered the area, intensely releasing a great power.

Among all the blood pillars, there were eleven of them that towered as though they were supporting the sky.

Within those blood pillars were faces with numbers sticking out.

The face on the fifth pillar burst out in laughter and said in a terrifying tone.

“Faceless, it seems like you'll have to find someone to replace the first mask position. Dionedus has not arrived. Isn't that the Beast Tribe changing their mind about joining this plan?”