In a world where the land was scarred and devastated...
A solitary black-clad figure stood upon a hill, his deep purple eyes filled with cold indifference. His exceptionally handsome face and every gesture exuded a natural, imperial dominance—an irresistible, wild charm. Clad in black from head to toe with raven hair, both his garments and locks fluttered slightly in the breeze, making him look like a god descended to the mortal realm!
He stood aloof, yet watched with detached coldness!
Chapter 357