The cloak is still pure black, but the central position, that black sun has not disappeared, instead it has become more vivid, slowly rotating.
At this moment, the rotting authority he controls seems to have sensed something and starts to operate silently, resonating with the pure black sun behind him.
A unique understanding surges in his heart.
Lear's gaze turned to the Undead Plane, his right hand slowly extending, five fingers spread open.
His eyes slightly squinted.
At this moment, it seemed as if the world filled with the breath of death was flowing before his eyes.
Fortunately, the entire process only lasted for two brief breaths before dissipating.
But on his Attribute Panel, a new authority quietly appeared - Death (0.01%).
The number of authority was pitifully small, but it made Lear's mind tremble.
Death Authority!
