Ronan stood still, his form slowly being enveloped by the dim light overhead.
He stared blankly at the figure arriving on a flock of crows, feeling the first taste of despair in his life.
If Fa Ao is comparable to the Sun.
Then the radiance emanating from the person who had just arrived was ten times more intense than the Sun's.
But his light was black, like a twisted black sun, or a black hole, sucking in all the surrounding light and even the gaze and souls of those who dared to look at him.
It wasn't that Ronan didn't dare to move.
Rather, it was that he simply couldn't move.
The shadow approached him directly, a force locking onto him from a great distance.
At this moment.
An unbidden thought sprang into Ronan's head—
The true master of the Corpse Garden... has returned.
The figure in the crow flock drew nearer, and Ronan finally saw clearly who it was.
A very young man.
Brown short hair, pale skin, his features neither handsome nor ugly.