C198 CHAPTER198 PREHISTORIC RUINS

All this waiting, just for this revelation?

"Hey shopkeeper, have you caught wind of the reason behind that divine light outside?" Ruff Ricci asked, a sly smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Sam Moreels squinted thoughtfully. He'd been bombarded with wild theories about the mysterious purple-red light for days now. Alien invasions, heavenly omens