The sacred and inviolable aura surged forth, attempting to resonate with the atmosphere of the void.
What on earth lies within?!
Kalanis gripped the war saber tightly in her hand, this warrior with the bloodline of the Ancient God, wielding a part of the Authority of Tyranny.
She sensed a familiar aura... was that—the power of Authority?!
With intense observation, the pressure grew thicker.
Suddenly, a blurry object slowly descended from the pitch-black void.
Its speed was slow, from obscure to gradually clear.
When it fell into mid-air, detaching from the void, Lear finally saw what it was—
An ancient corpse.
From afar, one could feel the ancient aura it exuded.
It was something that had crossed the River of Time, impossible to forge.
Large, shattered scars covered its body, wounded by unknown hands, and now the flesh was already churning.
It seemed as if time couldn't erode its body.
Its attire was a mix of black and red, distinctly styled from ancient times.
