Eternal Cultivation Of Alchemy

The black markings on Alex’s face, the different voice, along with the aura of darkness and death that came off him, were a clear sign of who he was.

The Winter God and Storm God both became vigilant at the same time.

The Weapons God stepped back in fear.

“How… how is this possible?” The War God was shocked.

“He’s supposed to be trapped,” the Beast God shouted.

“This thing again…” the Archer God said with disgust.

“Why does that kid have it?” the Formation God asked.

The Poison God shivered at the thought of meeting this thing again after barely surviving their past encounter.

The Alchemy God had only been given the title long after this thing was captured. And even then, he knew of its terror. He knew he should be scared, and yet he only worried for Alex. This thing’s presence meant that Alex was far too gone to be saved.