CHAPTER 116: WINDS OF CHANGE I

The sound of crumbling, the smell of desolateness. The paradise island of the World Government is now burning.

Like the burning of the Roman Empire, Lord Shadow was like Nero as he looked upon the destruction joyfully.

At least that is what Hirate must have thought Lord Shadow felt.

Coming out from the Quorum Headquarters, he looked upwards, expecting to see a clear blue sky only to be greeted with crimson clouds and suffocating heat.

Hirate look at the destruction in front of him the moment he stepped outside the Quorum Building and he could not help but gasped in horror.

Thousands of buildings decimated, a deep canyon in the middle of the island leading to a deep abyss, crimson color clouds, firestorm and thunderstorm ravaged the periphery of the island, the waves and winds churn and howl violently.

If Hirate had not known he would not believe that one man could create such disasters.

He sighed and then laughed.