Chapter 230

Henry and Coven sneaked further into the heart of the ancient empire territory, where the land meets the endless expanse of the ocean, a region steeped in an eerie atmosphere of suspense and tension.

Looking around, they could see towering statues of the two empire's ruthless kings, Paragon and Menoetius, standing sentinel on every corner, their imposing figures casting long shadows that seemed to stretch endlessly across the landscape. Carved with fierce expressions and wielding symbolic weapons of power, these statues serve as constant reminders of the empire's iron-fisted rule.

As they venture deeper into the region, the air grows thick with the acrid scent of tar pits and burning coal, adding to the sense of foreboding that permeates the surroundings. The tar pits bubble and seethe, emitting low, ominous gurgles that echo through the stillness of the air.

Even from afar, Henry could see the coal mines, worked tirelessly by labourers under the watchful