Seated atop a hill overlooking the Shadow Sect, Frey gazed into the distance with quiet composure.
His dark eyes were still—like the surface of a flawless mirror, untouched by even the faintest ripple.
At the center of each eye, a V-shaped sigil had formed, symbolizing his Void ability ...
a power that had become an inseparable part of him, active at all times.
He looked down upon the living, breathing Shadow Sect…
the place that now sheltered everything that remained of humanity.
An entire race… on the brink of extinction.
The Eyes of the Void allowed Frey to see everything within ...
the people, the streets, the buildings.
If he focused, he was certain he could even see through walls.
But he didn't.
Instead, he simply watched them… for a while.
In those rare moments of peace and stillness, Frey found himself recalling what the Sect had been like years ago.
How he had first entered it… drenched in his own blood.
"Back then, it was just me and those statues—
