A sense of despair began to spread…
Is this the final outcome?
"Did you really think… I am still helpless against your filthy race?"
A cold voice echoed from deep within the void, instantly freezing everyone's thoughts.
In the next moment,
The space seemed to part like a curtain.
A woman dressed in the starborn-patterned imperial robes, her beauty cold and peerless, slowly stepped out from within.
With each step she took, the oppressive aura surrounding her grew stronger, as if the laws of the entire universe were bowing to her.
The Empress of the Sacred Empire—Hathaway!
Feeling that familiar, soul-chilling pressure,
Zeth's legs began to tremble uncontrollably.
After countless years, facing Hathaway once again, Zeth had thought he would be able to remain calm.
But fear had already rooted itself deep in his bones.
"M-Master… what should we do?"
A void devourer expert approached Zeth nervously, his voice trembling.
