The once tumultuous battlefield filled with energy blasts, roars, and clashes suddenly felt as if an invisible hand had gripped its throat, plunging it into a suffocating stillness!
Cyrus's figure slowly floated up from the core of the array beneath the Lost Fruit Tree, hovering a few feet above the ground. At this moment, he appeared as a completely different person, having undergone astonishing and terrifying changes!
A thick, inky aura of death surged from every pore of his body, transforming into twisted, rolling black currents, wildly dancing around him like life-infused tentacles.
On the skin exposed outside his Wizard Robe appeared intricate and sinister dark red runes, which pulsed slightly like living creatures, emitting an ominous aura that sent shivers through the soul.
The whites of his eyes were completely filled with darkness, leaving only two scarlet points within his pupils, flickering with absolute coldness and madness.
"What a dense aura of death..."
