Just the realm's presence alone felt like an invisible oppressive power pressing its palm against the world.
Even Ace felt it, and Eva felt her bloodline coil in warning, disgust, and hunger all at once.
On the other hand, the Dread Duchess, unmoving as stone, narrowed her eyes beneath her veil with a hint of nostalgia because the last time she saw the Sanctuary's true wall was around six thousand years ago.
At that moment, she felt she had reached a bottleneck in her cultivation and left the sanctuary to seek insights in the next realm.
As the Gate opened wide enough for an army to march through…yet only three beings stepped out under the countless gazes of the myriad abyssal beings.
Three silhouettes, shrouded in crimson mist and void-black luminance, they didn't fly, nor did they walk; they descended, as if gravity itself bent to lower them to the mortal world.
