Life is such a marvel, in an unguarded moment, intertwining two fates together, in this wretched moment, in this bloody, out-of-control zone.
The Shadow King straightened his back with effort, his deep gaze extending from beneath the mask, meeting Bologue's eyes. Both fell into an eerie calm, as if they were bearing an unspeakable shock.
Palmer wasn't sure who this mysterious figure at the end of the corridor was, but from Bologue's reaction, it was definitely not a simple person. He prepared his Ether, ready to swing the Invisible Blade at any moment.
In the midst of heightened tension, Palmer noticed some stains appearing in his vision.
He blinked, and the stains not only failed to disappear but became clearer. It wasn't an illusion, but some bizarre entity continuously materializing, truly appearing in the Material Realm.
Palmer's pupils shrank, as if he had seen something terrifying.
Umbilical cord.
