Su Junxin distinctly remembered, when that man broke open the door to the storage room and appeared before her, not just her, even he was stunned for a moment.
The man was tall, dressed in dark armor, he wore an iron-black mask on his face, striking a resemblance to a fencing mask, with only his eyes unveiled.
He stood backlit, the light tracing a golden outline around his silhouette, making him look like a deity descended from heaven.
However, in his right hand, he was clutching a heavy sword, a black sword that was still dripping blood. Behind him were bodies with gaping holes in their chests.
A deity fallen into the demon's grasp, hands stained with fresh blood.
