The Change of the Era

After a full ten minutes, the third-circle warlock finally adjusted his mentality.

He barely managed to get up and dejectedly advanced in the direction of the bloodline tower.

When he pushed open the door of the conference room, he saw a scene.

There was no sound in the conference room.

Many people were lying on the table with tears flowing down from the corners of their eyes. Some were leaning against the high-back chairs in a daze, staring at the ceiling listlessly. Some were trembling and breaking out in cold sweats.

At the very front, their most trusted Lord Anderson was leaning back in his chair. His lips were chapped and he was mumbling to himself as if he had lost his mind.

Lord Gaido's death was a destructive blow to everyone.

They had come in high spirits, but now they were in despair.

They understood that the hourglass of time was over.

"It's true!"