Chapter 197
Whoosh-.
Boom-!
“That helped a little.”
Balang stretched his arms wide.
Before him flowed a dark river, thin and narrow. Looking upstream, one could tell it was no ordinary river.
It was merely a stream of blood, mixed with the blood flowing from the place where hundreds, thousands of corpses of different races were piled up.
“Maybe I got too excited for my first meal in ages… I need to be careful.”
Balran gazed at the elves visible through the translucent barrier.
A barrier lay before him, thick enough to be layered countless times over.
If it had been immediately after his resurrection, it might have been different, but now that he was reasonably full, he could tear through a barrier like this as easily as tearing paper, no matter how many layers—not dozens, but hundreds.
“Hmm. Ridiran’s mana remains, but I sense no presence. The same goes for Bedaya.”
A full stomach breeds laziness in Balaan.
To the point where even thinking felt like a bother.
Thus, though Balaan, swollen from gluttony, was nearly invincible, he detested moving.
Even Gelahan understood this aspect, which is why he sometimes restrained Balaan from consuming life to grow larger.
“The day of resurrection is drawing near.”
Balan recalled the final message Gelahan had left behind.
He didn’t know why Gelahan had entrusted this role to him rather than his beloved Ridiran, but he didn’t try to understand Gelahan’s intentions.
How could he, a mere half-god granted divine power, possibly comprehend the will of the great Gelahan?
