Miracle

Akrylis, the foundational realm of Krystal Arts, had just gotten a second chance.

Moments ago, the vast domain extending billions of miles was surrounded by three thousand devil ships headed by three bone dragons and a death lord himself.

If the early rank 1 bone dragons were not troublesome enough, a mid rank 1 death lord crushed any hopes of their escape.

The most depressed being was of course Adsher. Most of the people here would die and get converted into Undead. As the leader of the Kyrstal Arts, if he could flee from this region and meet up with the genesis army, he could use his riches to secure himself a proper citizenship.

His escape couldn't be hidden from the death lord. What he could do was push all the living beings of Akrylis in another direction and hope these leaders think he's not worth the chase.

The rate of survival through the brutal tactic was still less than 10%. And Adsher did not wish to gamble on his life.