Surrounded by a dark vortex that swallowed most of the Small World before falling still, a towering figure slowly took shape behind the Imperial Tutor.
The phantom was half black and white; the female visage on the left was serene and holy, while the one on the right was fierce and bewitching. An irreconcilable contradiction maintained a balance upon a single face, carrying an indescribable, eerie eccentricity.
The phantom was not a physical entity. Its hazy features were the clearest part of its entire body, while the rest of its arms and torso had only shape without detail. Only that pair of delicate yet gigantic palms, wreathed in boundless demonic Qi, struck terror into the hearts of all who beheld them.
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