There was some contradiction.
With a heart full of apprehension, he trembled and turned his head to look.
A young man came into view, wearing a blood-colored crown, draped in a cloak as black as ink, with handsome and martial features, deep dark eyes, exuding an aura of elegance and authority.
The young man glanced at him casually, and instantly a terrifying sense of oppression surged forth.
In that moment, it felt like being stared at by an ancient giant dragon.
His spine prickled, and goosebumps erupted all over his body.
It was the crushing presence of a higher being over a lower lifeform, penetrating the soul and invading the bloodline.
There was no hiding, no escape!!
His heart was filled with tears yet he couldn't cry, seeing this demeanor... the origin of the young man was likely extraordinary.
This kind of oppressive feeling, he had only faintly sensed from the president of the Faceless Hermitage, but it didn't come close to this young man.
