... Dusk, it's dusk again.
Once again hearing this word that evokes "Twilight of the Gods," "end of all things," Russell couldn't help but feel his spirit seized by an inexplicable fear.
"The existence that brings about the end of the world..."
Russell murmured softly to himself.
Seeing Russell's reaction, Saran's lips turned up slightly at the corners.
Her chair swiveled half a turn, and she gracefully stood up.
It was only then that Russell realized just how tall Ms. Saran actually was—her elegant demeanor and the unique aura of a leader made it instinctive to think that Ms. Saran "seemed a bit taller," which was quite normal.
But as soon as she stood up, her statuesque figure, towering at least a head above both Russell and Cui Que, immediately exuded a true oppressive presence.
Ms. Saran was at least one ninety-five in height!
And most outrageously, she was even wearing high heels.
Not just for a woman... but even for a man, it was an extraordinary height.
