Chapter 648: Poet Griven
The final tier—Mastery—belonged to just one being.
The Dream God's Corpse Devourer. A young version of Phoebe.
Even if he's just a projection, he wields the power of a Demigod. I can't defeat him without a plan.
Charles frowned, his third eye narrowing.
I need to enter the palace. But how?
I could become a famous poet. Compose a song that captures the city's heart.
He quickly dismissed the idea.
No. My singing could give the Sage Heroes a heart attack.
Next idea.
Kill one of the Nine Poets. Take their identity. Infiltrate the palace.
But then what?
I can't stay long. That plan's too risky.
He exhaled slowly.
For now, I need to find the bracelet. Then I'll act.
His eyes lit with resolve.
My next destination is the Library of Sages. But I should return home first. No need to raise suspicions.
With that, Charles melted back into the shadows and made his way toward the small house in the farthest corner of the ancient city.
The next day.
