The rain gradually stopped, and the crimson moon cast its glow through the gaps in the clouds, illuminating the entire world.
The fire in the hotel was still raging, so much so that the towering flames illuminated most of the outer city of Qingshi.
Bodies were strewn haphazardly across the ground, and the air was filled with the unpleasant scent of burnt flesh.
Facing such a terrifying scene, Severus wanted to turn and run, as far away from this eerie and macabre scene as possible.
But he couldn't, because he could feel an enigmatic power in the darkness observing everything, holding the area in its grip, and any movement could provoke this force to attack.
If that happened, the result would be death!
Severus understood this clearly. Beneath the boundless surface of this power lay terrifyingly violent energy, like a dark ocean ready to devour everything at any moment.
So he could only swallow hard, standing there pale-faced, not even daring to blink.
