A Sorcerer's Journey Chapter 229
Sweeping across the shadows of the clouds, bolts of lightning streaked through the sky. The flash of lights shone on the vast land of Shadow World.
Grimm saw it, and so did all the Demon-Hunters. In the distance, there were countless pairs of eyes owned by the Shadow World. The Amonro was just one of these shadow creatures.
Hatred filled their hearts. Yet it was not pure, as it was mixed with fear. They could only hide in the darkness of the shadows, looking at the glittering Prism Fortress.
The pouring rain hit the ground and soaked into the desert, wetting the dry and barren world.
The Fallen Amonros looked up and continued to wash their bodies with their tails. Surprised and excited, they were screaming words in Amonro language, which was similar to holy water.
Some Soul Slaves didn't like the rain. They curled up and shook their bodies with great effort, trying to shake off water from their feathers and hair. Unfortunately, they were wet again with each new fa