When all movement ceased and the night unfolded, Angelie emerged unscathed from the center of the turbulent energy.
"This is where it ends, young Ronan..."
Angelie spoke softly with a composed expression.
At this moment, all the shadows enveloping the sky surged toward Angelie.
He was completely enveloped by the "Night."
When the darkness became dense to a certain degree, a hint of crimson blossomed.
Layers of shadows fell from Angelie like the finest black silk, revealing an exquisite armor as dark as the night, adorned with blood-flow-like rune patterns.
At this point, Angelie appeared very similar to the first time Ronan saw him.
Black hair, crimson eyes, armor, cloak, surrounded by the phantom of an Ancient Fallen Crow... He looked like a maliciously twisted black sun, emitting a terrifying aura that could drag one's soul into abyss.
"Sowing a seed and waiting for it to sprout and grow, the most wonderful part is the moment of harvest..."
