The wind roared through the canyons, sounding like a creature in pain.
Dark clouds loomed over the cliffs, twisting under the weight of chaotic magical energy. Thunder rumbled without a flash of lightning, and the very air quivered.
The main stronghold of the Black Thorn,a vast fortress hewn deep into the canyon walls,glowed with a sinister red light from numerous mana cannons and protective runes.
And above it all, on a sharp cliff that overlooked the valley, stood Felix.
His white coat fluttered wildly in the fierce wind, his demeanor was calm, but his gaze was icy, radiating an overwhelming aura.
Behind him stood a group of Abyss Hall operatives, their faces obscured by dark masks.
They kept their distance, as the air around Felix rippled like boiling glass, thick with pressure. The ground cracked beneath him, strained by the sheer intensity of the mana that flowed from him.
He remained silent for a long time.
Then, as if releasing a storm, Felix exhaled.
