Europe.
Dark Ancient Castle.
The relentless bombardment of light had already leveled the nearby hills, leaving only the solitary ancient castle standing in their midst.
The protection of darkness that enveloped the castle, too, had become incredibly thin.
Yet, despite seeming ready to collapse, this protective force was exceptionally resilient, persisting under the barrage of fanatical devotees of light until now.
But by now, many were aware this was the limit.
If the assault continued at this pace, the protective force would break within a day at most.
The members of the Dark Council were, of course, even more cognizant of this.
Therefore, in this moment, everyone was gathered in the great hall, looking at Fan Mengxue wrapped in layers of black vines, their faces all etched with sorrow.
"My lords," the Dark Witch Anastasia spoke softly.
All eyes turned to her.
