In the reflection of the mirror, the contours of the features gradually emerged, each line exuding an indescribable eeriness.
The eye sockets were sunken, making it impossible to discern what kind of monster it was, only vaguely seeing that there was not a hint of white in the eyes, only dead black, like two congealed eternal nights, devouring all hope and light.
Next, a tar-like black liquid continued to surge vertically, constantly spreading upward, like mucous from the abyss.
The black liquid gradually accumulated and rose, slowly sketching the straight lines of shoulders and long sleeves, finally coalescing into a pitch-black... suit?
The lines of the suit gradually became clear in the mirror, each stitch and thread seemed woven from darkness, exuding an evil yet enchanting elegance.
Luo Ji was stunned for a moment, almost suspecting his eyes were deceiving him.
His fingers trembled slightly, the mirror almost slipping from his palm.
