Ancient Holy War

Darkness spread infinitely at Garon's feet, and the gorgeous and weird palace was full of danger in his eyes. He actually doesn't like darkness, he likes shiny things, such as the golden sea of ​​Atlantis, which shines with golden phosphorescence in the sunlight. He is getting closer and closer to the power of the Neptune Emperor. Garen understands what this means he is about to face. Anyone who is qualified to be so close to the power of the Neptune Emperor and not be affected by it is far better than him from every angle. What he has to face is such an unknown and terrifying opponent. A ray of phosphorus fire lightly crossed Garen's shoulder, and flew forward silently, still without any breath being exposed. Garen walked extremely carefully. He was very uneasy. He missed the taste of the tiramisu in the refrigerator, but the sight in front of him made him feel no hope... "Poor lost souls... After listening to this rebirth mantra, go back to where you should go..." At this time, a voice sounded in his ears. It was quite pleasant, but Garen was so careful that he didn't even notice his presence. This made Garen suddenly break out in a cold sweat! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.