The oppressive Sea of Mist surged, like a vast ocean covering the underground world. In the glass dome, a hunched figure sat cross-legged, overlooking the monotonous scenery, eternally standing like a sculpture.
"I'm sorry, I failed."
The Third Seat kneeled on one knee behind the Shadow King, his head bowed, his words full of apology.
After paying such a heavy price, they still lost the battle for the Immortal Heart, utterly defeated.
"This is not your fault, it's just that our power is insufficient."
The Shadow King's voice was calm; even though the Third Seat's failure would lead him step by step toward death, he was unconcerned, as if death was not unfamiliar to the Shadow King, but rather an old friend.
The Third Seat was somewhat agitated, "But what will you do?"
In the Third Seat's heart, the Shadow King was an absolute faith, he would never allow his faith to fall powerlessly like this.
