It felt like the world had suddenly fallen silent.
In the early morning, the campfires that had just been extinguished by Barrack and his men were still emitting white smoke. Some of Barrack’s men gradually stopped chewing on the biscuits they had baked over the fire, falling into a dazed trance.
When Milo held the Eyes of True Sight in his hand, they looked like Ferrero Rochers manufactured by a Central Plains candy company. To be honest, Barrack had never seen such a shocking sight before.
What was an Eye of True Sight?
It was something Melgor’s father had spent all his life pursuing for naught. It was the dream of 90% of the people in the Kingdom of Sorcerers, regardless of gender or age.
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