That is a kind of blackness that makes one's gaze involuntarily slide away, as if even light itself feels redundant.
So profound as if reality had torn open a rift leading to the void in this area.
The sea surface in the vast surrounding area seemed to be covered with an indelible shadow, even the waves turned somber.
A chill suddenly descended, piercing straight to the bone.
The temperature of the seawater around the stone platform suddenly dropped by at least ten degrees, and a thin layer of frost formed on the platform's surface.
The night sky above, already dark as ink, now became even denser, like someone poured another whole bottle of darker ink into it.
The light in the natural environment was disappearing.
The concept of "light" itself was being eroded by some force.
The Energy Light Ball floating above Jeming's head emitted a gentle white glow, but now, the edges of that glow began to blur.
