Indeed, filters are very important.
Everything seems unchanged, yet everything seems different.
As the great sword delved into the red sand, the entire nightmare's perception took on a completely different form.
Although theoretically, the only changes were slightly dimmer light and slightly cooler temperature.
But at a glance, the scene formerly filled with the rotting remnants of the Dead Sea, twisted and decaying, suddenly exuded a sense of desolation akin to lying on Pluto.
As for the headless armor kneeling there, it seemed more like a figurine executed and abandoned in deep space.
Regarding the executioners, undoubtedly, it was the Witch and myself alongside me.
Though she no longer held a deadly weapon, her aura and nonchalance easily conveyed what it meant to be a ruler.
As he admired this, Fu Qian glanced at the heavy helmet in his hands and stepped forward with an accomplice's grace, hanging it on the great sword's hilt.
"Where do you want to go next?"
