In the empty hall, only the hunched One-eyed Giant remained. He hesitated briefly, then stepped forward, as an invisible ripple of the void encompassed him.
The scene changed before his eyes, and he found himself in a special space, surrounded by darkness and emptiness, boundless and without an edge.
Not far away stood six sturdy stone pillars, emitting a faint glow that illuminated a small nearby area.
In the center of the stone pillars, a figure seemed to have just finished some sort of training, with energy fluctuations receding like tides, revealing rough, grey-black skin.
He bore a seven or eight-part resemblance to the Black King, albeit smaller in stature, yet still very imposing, with determined and composed features that exuded steadiness.
The Black King's son—Morris.
The One-eyed Giant stopped here, not daring to move forward.
His mind couldn't help but recall past events; Morris was the most talented Titan descendant among their branch.
