Moments later, the last wave of energy fluctuations ceased, and the garden returned to its original tranquility and harmony.
It was as if nothing had happened.
A towering figure more than two meters tall silently appeared at the edge of the garden.
With white hair reaching his shoulders and clad in a simple, bright silver metal armor that wrapped around his strong and majestic torso, there appeared to be a long cut at his waist and abdomen, seemingly inflicted by some sharp blade, exposing the firm and finely detailed flesh underneath. Strangely, there was no blood flowing out, and the wound was healing little by little.
The veins on the figure's face were prominent, densely packed like some mysterious rune patterns, with pure white eyes, faintly discernible originally handsome contours but now with a much more demonic and enchanting temperament.
"Whoosh—"
