Within the dungeon passage,
Uleer's fingertips trembled slightly, as he carefully cradled the ink-black heart in his hands.
It seemed as if it was an existence tainted with endless horror, a slight mishap would trigger unimaginable disaster.
This heart was not static; instead, it beat slowly and rhythmically, each pulse seemed to carry a certain unspeakable power, sending invisible ripples through the air.
In an instant, the heart appeared to be the core of this world, all surrounding light, sound, and even the flowing air subtly revolved around it, as if submitting to its will.
Lis was standing not far away, his gaze merely a casual glance, yet unexpectedly it was firmly drawn to the heart, hard to look away.
The heart's color was as profound as a bottomless black hole, merely gazing at it, Lis felt his entire mind was about to be sucked in, as if about to plunge into an abyss with no escape.
