The woman inside the armor was dressed in black. The tight-fitting garment clung to her delicate frame, revealing only her long, beautiful neck and flawless, fair skin. Under the moonlight, her skin shimmered with a jade-like luster so captivating it tempted one to lean in and press a kiss to it. Over the black suit, she wore a pitch-black cloak, making her appear mysterious and solemn, like an elf of the dark night. Only her exquisite, peerless face was visible, a testament to her breathtaking beauty.
However, it was not merely her beauty that commanded attention. There was a unique aura about her—even from a distance, one could feel her aloofness and cold detachment. It was like a solitary, frozen lotus flower atop a celestial mountain, yet it radiated an endless, majestic authority. Curiously, her body was wreathed in wisps of black mist that appeared utterly evil, stirring an inexplicable fear deep within one's soul.
More startling still, the ground where the girl stood was soaked in a vast pool of blood. The crimson liquid flowed through the cracks in the earth, gathering into a river and emitting a thick, pungent, and nauseating stench. The sight of the congealed, viscous blood clots was revolting; the very air was saturated with a metallic tang that made one want to retch.
Chapter 1648