The Burden Doesn’t Only Lie In Your Hands
Days passed…
Weeks passed…
Months…
It had been three months since the Grand Alliance was founded, and slowly, but surely, things were starting to take shape.
The geniuses of each Kingdom, Tribe, and Clan, all gathered and made significant breakthroughs when it came to weapons, battle formations, and high-level spells, that made everyone feel a little more confident that they would be able to make the Giants feel a world of pain once they descended into their world.
Right now, William was having a private meeting with the two most powerful existences in the world of Hestia, who had come to look for him of their own accord.
Seated across him were two men whose ages he couldn't ascertain due to their features. Both of them had long white hair that flowed down to their waists and were wearing gray clothes.
The Half-Elf already knew one of them, which was Leviathan, the Guardian of Atlantis. He was the Overlord of the Ocean.