Leng Feng felt the constant disappearance of life within the dungeon, and his heart had already gone numb.
The air around seemed to congeal with heavy sorrow, almost choking his breath.
He stood on high, gazing at the scenes of desolation, his eyes empty and lost.
The moment Dark Star appeared in the Human Realm, he was the first to feel its presence.
At that moment, he felt an invisible force clench his heart tightly.
The long-absent binding now fell directly upon himself.
The day he was watered as a seed, he knew this moment would eventually come.
Feeling the approach of Dark Star, he began his own harvest.
His hands trembled slightly, yet appeared so resolute.
He always knew there were many people in his territory, with seventy percent of the existing humans gathered within this tiny dungeon of his.
He only knew there were many people, and he knew much.
