With the crisp snap of the Raven's fingers, everything around instantly transformed.
The massive and splendid hall became transparent.
For some reason, Huai Shi felt his vision transcend his current position, freeing itself from his body's constraints. It resembled the spiritual perception described in fantasy novels, radiating in all directions.
Inexplicably, a light laugh, as if from a hallucination, echoed in his ears.
Thus, his eyes glimpsed the true, ferocious contours hidden in the darkness.
In the boundless gloom and pitch-black, it was difficult to distinguish up from down, left from right, or front from back. There was no sense of distance; only the fragmented Palace City floated in this endless darkness.
When Huai Shi looked up, he saw the source of the gloomy winds from outside the hall.
It was a gaping mouth, like the Abyss itself.
With pitch-black, broken teeth, it slowly opened. Each breath it took transformed into a wind that swept through the entire darkness.
