In the mysterious and gloomy space of the Shadow Starfield, the figure of Shadow abruptly materialized like a phantom. Agile in movement, his black robe seemed to merge completely with the darkness in this lightless realm, leaving only his sharp eyes flashing with a faint glow, like cold stars in the dead of night.
At this moment, kneeling on one knee with a steady yet thinly veiled urgency in his posture, he reported to Karl, who sat high upon a massive black throne, his voice low and powerful: "Master, the war in the Deno Galaxy has begun."
Reclining against the throne with his slender fingers rhythmically tapping the armrest, Karl raised his eyes slightly upon hearing the report. His deep gaze was like an abyss, commanding awe. A subtle, elusive curve touched the corner of his lips, and his voice carried a lazy yet unquestionable majesty: "It has begun?" After a brief pause, he frowned slightly, a flash of dissatisfaction crossing his eyes: "Still, it is not enough. We must fan the flames further!"
Chapter 381