Chapter 445
Author: Ugo Lee
last update2026-06-29 18:28:57

The air at the top of the high cliff was freezing cold, but Everett did not shiver.

He stood perfectly still. He gripped the handle of his plain steel sword with his strong left hand. Behind him, the massive stone giant, Korrok the Earth Pillar, sat against the mountain. The giant was quiet. He was trusting the tiny human to protect him.

Everett looked out at the red desert. The swarm was coming. It was the most terrifying thing Everett had ever seen. It was not an organized army of Paladins. I
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