After speaking...
Shura's right hand gently flicked downwards.
With a click, the Blood Prison Blade returned to its sheath.
He lifted his right foot, revealing the indistinguishable mix of soil, armor, and flesh beneath.
Between heaven and earth, there was silence.
...
On the Abyss warship, which had vanished into the void, no one dared to breathe heavily at this moment.
They looked with awe at the imposing figure pressing his hands firmly on the control console.
The man had dark brown skin weathered by the elements and a graying beard.
At first glance, he seemed over sixty, but upon closer inspection, he appeared more like a man in his forties.
Oligar, the true elder of the entire Red Domain Team and one of its founders, officially aged fifty-three.
He had watched this batch of Red Demons grow up.
His rich combat experience had made him the first instructor for the Red Domain Team members during their training.
