As Gong Cheonghwon finished speaking, the sky darkened.

At first it seemed as if storm clouds were gathering, but on closer inspection, an unidentified shadow had spread across the sky and then halted.

The place where the shadow stopped was directly above where Gong Cheonghwon and the Five Colored Tiger Clan were gathered, at the site of Youngin’s Guardian Spear Mound.

Hwang Ho, seeing that shadow, let out a sigh.

Because he had lifted his head, it looked as though shadow had settled over his golden eyes.

“This is why, even when we sought help from the Heavenly God, there was no response. No, it was that Youngin could not respond. I would have noticed at once that the sky itself had become a shadow.”

The solitude Hwang Ho had long harbored toward the sky thinned.