Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 291: Choices
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 370: Gao Ming's New Death Portrait?
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3851: Destroying the Formation with the Energy-devouring Furnace
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 44.1
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1261- Third party lifeform
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 982: Pernicious Plot
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1260- Big problem
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1258- Rat Army outline
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 655: The Heaven Is Going to Change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1259- Proof
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 981: Red Leaf Alliance (2)
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 355 - A Small Favor; A New Deal
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 654: Going Out to Sea
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 290: Game
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 369: Convergence
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3850: Spiritual Fruit of Sword Nurturing
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1257- Try and you will know
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 980: Red Leaf Alliance (1)
"Since long ago, we've always believed that the Broodmother was this world's ruler of fate and the fabricator of the night elves' future," Stephanie articulated calmly.
"I've worshiped her from when I was little, and as long as we maintain our love, reverence for her, and believe in her original intentions, we would be able to fulfill our wishes and breathe new life into our clan."
So...
Broodmother Sandalphon, once a core member of the Path of the Flaming Sword and master of weaving fate, had eventually met such a ridiculous fate.
Stephanie didn't laugh out loud when she thought about it, but she felt that this event was rather ironic.
While she believed in the Broodmother, she was even more inclined to believe in the workings of fate.
Wasn't the weaver of fate that fell into fate's bindings also a form of fate?
Stephanie was seated within a small and gloomy tree house. She had a pair of violet eyes on her delicate face and a silver curl that draped her back like a white clock. Pointed ears indicated her elfin identity, but her dark skin revealed a night-like ominousness.
Night elves had never been favored by light.
She gazed at the interior of this treehouse. It wasn't too big and seemed more like a tavern. Although space was limited, there were currently more than ten people inside, either sitting or standing around.
There were many taverns like this in the Village of Dark Night, but this particular one was destined to be different.
And the young and beautiful Stephanie had been the convener of this gathering.
These people summoned by her were here for a meeting that would change the Village of Dark Night.
Ever since Sandalphon died in the battle against the moonlight, the Village of Dark Night had become a godless land.
Most of the Broodmother's fanatical believers had already crumbled and split. Only a few scattered members lingered, still stubbornly searching for evidence that the Master of Fate hadn't yet died, or... a new hope.
There weren't many members left, but they were still a powerful f
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