Beside the temporarily concluded battlefield,
Hanna widened her eyes and stared intently at Lis in front of her.
Lis's posture was upright, his face as handsome as a perfectly sculpted statue, with sharply defined contours seemingly carefully carved.
When he slightly raised the corner of his mouth into a gentle smile, it resembled the warm sun rays piercing through the clouds in spring, making one feel the gentility of his demeanor.
Yet, behind this beautiful facade lurked a chilling truth.
Behind Lis, a group of people in black robes were held captive by an unseen force, their bodies stiff, emitting low and painful moans as if souls imprisoned in a dark abyss struggling.
Lis himself was exuding an intense Abyss Breath that couldn't be dissolved.
This breath, like a black vortex, continuously devoured the surrounding Light.
Merely approaching, one couldn't help but feel Fear, as if in the next second they would be swallowed by the Endless Darkness.
