Accompanied by unexplained roars, the evil spirits in the white mist seemed to scream in horror, as if they were enjoying this sense of fear. Hidden ghosts in the darkness transformed into overlords, almost irresistible.
The First Seat brandished the Great Scythe, like the commander of this evil spirit mist legion.
Fiends ran amok.
Nesanel slowly clenched his fist. Before joining the battle, he repeatedly warned himself to stay rational and not be controlled by rage, but as the First Seat's offensive unfolded, Nesanel could not help but hallucinate.
Past scenes began to overlap with reality, making Nesanel feel as if he was many years younger, once again returning to the secret wars, regaining that rage that nearly burned his insides dry.
The thick mist could not block the rising blazing sun, and Nesanel unrestrainedly unleashed his power.
Secret Energy·Daylight.
A burning aura began to spread around Nesanel, seemingly a scorching heat from Hell.
