Now, Thanatos sat upon a grand throne constructed from tightly bound bones, gazing down at everything from above—his expression dark.
His features were sharp and cold.
His eyes carried a lethal emptiness, glowing with that same unnatural blue—like eyes that belonged to another world.
His aura was heavy, murky, and dark… swirling around his body and weighing down the very air.
"What a peculiar planet… these humans are incredibly weak. Among the weakest I have ever seen."
He turned his head eastward, toward the location of the Shadow Sect.
"But… among them are individuals of tremendous power. I can sense the bearer of the Light Soul among them."
Then, he shifted his gaze westward.
"On the other side, a large number of filthy demons are here, attempting to conquer this place… and I am caught between them."
Slowly, Thanatos clenched his fist.
