The Impregnable Wall

Works like this were usually commissioned to the citadel.

It was just like placing a request for drifters to help secure a certain caravan to its endpoint. Hence, there was no way this was a random caravan.

But Alystren had made it sound like they had gotten this one by chance.

As if the caravan was doing them a favor. Worse, Northern even suspected that this was a caravan that belonged to Tharion itself.

Of course, this suspicion was just on a single base for now, so he just shoved it to the back of his mind.

Instead, he closed his eyes and entered the Limitless Void, thinking one last thing.

*Whatever their scheme is, it's useless anyway.*

He was greeted by the new beauty in the Limitless Void—a strange mixture of heaven and hell, with shadowy floors contrasting against ravishing azure lights.

Sinister flames burned on the border steps of his throne, creating an impenetrable veil for any being lesser than him.