Inside the exclusive palace on Alka Star, the atmosphere was somewhat oppressive.
With a flash of light, Naraku's figure re-materialized after being forcibly ejected from the battle in the Virtual Cosmos.
His signature Dark Cloak still shrouded his body.
But the two points of scarlet light beneath the cloak's hood were now completely dim, leaving only a hollow, deathly gray.
He lowered his head and said nothing.
The pride he once held over lesser civilizations, the superiority he felt in his own bloodline—
all of it had been ruthlessly ground to dust beneath Li Wen's dark-gold finger that annihilated all things.
That single finger had become a terrifying, lingering nightmare deep in his soul, freezing his confidence solid.
The other geniuses in the palace exchanged complex glances.
As internal members of the Source Net and top prodigies of the same cohort, the time they had spent together had fostered a degree of camaraderie.
