The stone stairs leading into the absolute depths of the Abyssal Sun Soul Prison were completely cold.
The air turned incredibly thick with a suffocating, metallic dampness that smelled heavily of ancient, burning spiritual chains and rusted realm law matrixes. Tony Clark walked down the narrow, dark path with slow, deliberate steps, his hands casually tucked into the deep pockets of his hunting cloak, his signature lazy posture perfectly restored. Behind him, Lady Vivienne Vane followed closely, her heart pounding in absolute, frantic suspense as her alchemical eyes scanned the raw cosmic density of the descending tunnel.
The ground-breaking memory crystal sat tightly packed inside Tony's inner-robes, glowing with the dark, radioactive proof of the Tian Crown Prince's illegal affair and murder plot against the Imperial Sect Master.
