As Thomas stood on high alert, his gaze locked onto the far end of the Rainbow Bridge, prepared to strike at a moment's notice, something strange began to occur.
Across the bridge, in the dense fog that cloaked the other side, a disturbance rippled through the mist. Then, unexpectedly, an ancient-looking village began to take shape.
Upon closer inspection, it became clear that this was the Dark God's domain!
Its size was underwhelming—roughly comparable to the combined area of a few merged villages, nowhere near the scale of their own Annasi Town, which had already developed into a flourishing city.
"Where are the rest of the Dark God's devotees? Are they all hiding inside those little huts?" Thomas muttered.
But as he continued observing, he noticed something strange—there wasn't even the faintest sign of life within the village. Not a single fluctuation of mana or blood aura could be felt.
