Cassia hid herself and immediately activated her clan's disguise artifact. Though it was only a high-grade Saint Artifact, it could conceal her aura and life breath. As long as she remained still and refrained from using spiritual power, even the War God wouldn't notice her. She wanted to see what the Death God looked like. She also wished to understand how he had become so famous among the gods.
She saw a god enter the pavilion wearing a hat. At first, she thought it was someone like her, sneaking in. But when he removed his hat, long dark-purple hair fell down to his waist, revealing a pair of striking violet eyes.
He was so beautiful that even Cassia, despite belonging to a clan renowned for its beauty, felt inferior. Now she understood why so many were infatuated with him. Standing seven feet tall, with broad shoulders and a strong build, he was impossible to ignore. Even her heart was drawn toward him, as if pulled by an unseen force.
But why did his eyes look so empty?
