Spiritual Garment

A shadow figure of an ancient eye whose skin was bulging with frightening veins appeared in the sky. A mysterious wave of energy exploded. The thunderous explosions made the sky and the ground tremble. And an ancient aura permeated every inch of the battlefield.

The wind roared shrilly as if it was weeping. All things were oppressed by the aura of that eye. Its existence was like an unreachable noble.

From a distance, if one painted a picture of that scene, it would definitely terrify the people who looked at it.

Even when Duke Willem, who was stroking his box softly, sensed the aura of this eye, cold sweat dropped on his face uncontrollably.

Everyone diverted their attention from Merlin and focused on the enormous strange eye.

Suddenly, the closed eyelid slowly opened.

The wind roared. Ripples appeared throughout the sky; the whole sky turned red--blood red. The blue sky was dyed with blood.