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When Borl saw Kieran, it was already 12 hours later.

After he walked out from the parlour tent of the Mist camp, Borl couldn't help but look at the gloomy sky.

Lighting flashed from time to time, the dark clouds depressing, all signs that told people that terrible weather was coming.

Up until this moment, most of the people couldn't tell whether the lighting was natural or caused by the wrath of the God of War.

Regardless of which, life had to go on.

The plague was controlled and Edatine Castle was revitalized, but when the people looked at the cathedral of War God Temple, their gazes were telling a different story.

Some things could not be concealed even if one decided to, especially when someone else was pushing from behind.

'Was 2567 in this?' Borl asked himself.

The answer was certain, it was also safe to say that 2567 was the engine that pushed the whole situation into what it was now.

But facing a God…

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