Whoosh—whoosh…
As Owen's thoughts churned with intensity, the black stone pillar before him began to writhe, like a pool of dark ink spreading across the void. Slowly, a figure emerged, stepping out from the inky depths.
For a moment, Owen could hear the faintest sound of breathing. At the same time, the space around them began to tremble and collapse, as if under the weight of an unimaginable force. The very air thickened, becoming viscous, difficult to move through—as if the presence of this being alone was enough to cause the void to implode.
Just the sight of this figure made Owen's skin crawl with goosebumps. The oppressive aura radiating from the blurry silhouette stirred the divine blood within him, igniting it, setting it ablaze with primal heat. His heart pounded, and a deep instinct within told him—
He had just encountered an opponent he would remember for the rest of his life.
