The Sword Beneath the Crimson Sky
Selena said coldly, "Get lost if you don't want to die…"
Her voice was calm, yet it carried a chilling sharpness that cut through the air more cleanly than any blade.
The blood-red sea below churned endlessly beneath the dark heavens.
Crimson waves crashed against jagged black rocks, splashing scarlet foam into the air. Above them, thick black clouds rolled across the sky like an army of ancient demons. Occasional flashes of red lightning illuminated the world for a brief moment before darkness swallowed everything once more.
The atmosphere inside the Martial Emperor Tomb felt oppressive.
Ancient.
Dangerous.
Yet Selena stood amidst it all with an expression as cold as ice.
Her silver-white hair fluttered behind her.
The pale blue sash around her waist danced in the wind.
Her blue eyes remained fixed on the man before her.
The Green Robed Man's smile froze.
A vein bulged visibly on his temple.
