Angor frowned at his result.
Of course… Dark Castle would never do anything too kind.
The magic array was nothing deadly. Otherwise, the Krakoks wouldn't have enjoyed peace for a thousand years.
But sometimes, "deadly" wasn't the darkest abyss.
The sleepless night only existed around the altar at the mountain foot, while Hippocrotee had fallen into complete silence due to the lack of residents. There were only lone street lamps that provided some luminescence.
Angor looked at the quiet city again. No one would ever imagine what kind of darkness was hidden behind the peaceful illusion.
An entire abyss sat down there, gazing at anyone who dared to return the gaze.
Angor suddenly saw someone who was still inside Hippocrotee. It was a white-haired old Krakok woman, who just left her house with a bouquet of flowers in her hands.
There was not another soul in the streets. The woman proceeded alone.
