All sound vanished.
All motion ceased.
In the center of this battlefield teetering on the brink of Destruction, there silently emerged a figure.
No warning signs, no spatial fluctuations, no Energy ripples.
She simply existed there.
As if she was meant to be there.
As if the Destruction and rebirth of this world, the clash and obliteration of Law, were merely insignificant backdrops beneath her feet.
She wore a black dress, with long hair flowing like the deepest night.
Her face blurred in a soft halo, hard to see clearly.
The most striking thing was her eyes,
black, pure black!
She merely stood there, with not a hint of aura released, yet forcibly pulled everything back to calm.
Upon seeing this figure, the previously ferocious Shadow Titan of The Terminus suddenly froze.
Overwhelming Demonic Qi rendered it incapable of thought.
Yet still, deep within its soul, it instinctively felt a tremble in the presence of this figure.
Lazuli also froze upon seeing this figure.
