Damon had vastly underestimated the beautiful yet ominous crystal tower.
"Hahahahaha! YES! FINALLY! I HAVE BEEN SUMMONED!"
Nearby, a man screamed in ecstatic madness as his flesh split apart.
Bones cracked.
Limbs twisted.
His body malformed grotesquely while foreign energy reshaped him into something no longer human.
"YES! YES! FINALLY I HAVE A BODY!"
Silence followed the madness.
Then Damon slowly closed his eyes.
"We're too late…"
His voice sounded hollow.
"The fall of Lysithara has begun."
There was no changing this anymore.
From what Valerie had once told him, the city would soon descend into complete war. Similar towers around the world would bring forth more Outsiders.
And many of them were vile beyond comprehension.
Though not all were enemies.
Some, like the blind old Daoist, had chosen to help Lysithara.
But the Outsiders themselves were chaotic beings. Rivals. Allies. Enemies. Faiths clashing against faiths.
